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Glenn.
    Will dragged his gaze up and knew by the scowl on Glenn’s face, he was fixing to get an ass chewing. He’d bet the little shit who was watching the bar last night had run and tattled to Xavier Talbot, the owner of The Xxchange. Or maybe Will would get lucky and Glenn was just wanting to snarl at him for something else.
    He never had good luck—except for last night, and yeah, it about made up for every bit of bad luck he’d ever experienced. Will couldn’t quite wipe the silly grin off his face as he got out of his car, his ass still sore from the pounding Carlos had given him. That was exactly the kind of fucking Will had been craving.
    “Glenn, what brings you out here?” Will leaned against the car, his hands behind the small of his back as he crossed his fingers. He was startled to realise he wasn’t much concerned if Glenn knew what he’d done, but the idea of Troy getting caught—what if Troy got fired? Will didn’t feel like grinning any more.
    Glenn didn’t stop until he was practically toe to toe with Will. “Did you even stop to notice the security cameras?”
    His cold tone made Will want to jump the man and shrink back at the same time. He did neither. “So? I didn’t think about it, but it makes sense for there to be cameras in the club.
    It probably makes good money on the weekends.”
    “And in the storage room,” Glenn bit out as he raised his hand.
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    Will cringed before he caught himself, the ingrained response springing out before he could corral it this time. He’d thought he was past the whole please don’t beat me cringing thing. Apparently not.
    Glenn paled and dropped his hand back to his side. “Ah, shit,” he muttered, taking a half step back. “I wasn’t going to hit you.”
    “I never thought you were.” Liar. You about pissed your pants. Will uncrossed his fingers and tucked his thumbs in his front pocket, hoping for a casual pose. “Even if you did, I could take it.” He doubted Glenn was as mean as some people in Will’s family.
    Will spied movement behind Glenn and felt a spurt of panic. He’d never met the big man heading their way, but he knew who he was. Xavier Talbot, owner of The Xxchange, and the reason Will had avoided the place until last night. He’d known Talbot wouldn’t let him in there. Will was like the town pariah or whatever.
    “What’re you—” Glenn twisted around enough to see what Will was looking at. He huffed and turned the rest of the way around. “Xavier, go back inside. I’ve got this.” Glenn’s tone brooked no argument, at least not in Will’s opinion, but it didn’t seem to faze Xavier Talbot. The guy just stomped on over, glaring daggers at Will.
    “ You ,” Xavier growled, and it didn’t sound a damn thing like the way Carlos had growled it out last night. Carlos made the word ‘you’ sound erotic, like the answer to a prayer, maybe. Xavier just made it sound hateful.
    “Xavier!” Glenn somehow snapped the man’s name out without sounding peckish. Will wanted to learn that trick. Xavier stopped and finally glared at Glenn, giving Will a break from the anger blazing from Talbot’s eyes. “Stop it. I told you I have this handled. And before you start screeching about Troy fucking around on the job, you’d told me before everyone, yourself included, had done so at The Xxchange.”
    Xavier took a deep breath, cutting his eyes at Will. “Don’t step foot in my club again.”
    Glenn sighed and Xavier started to turn away. Will, as he did too often, leapt before he looked. “Wait! What about Troy?”
    Xavier pivoted around so fast the man was a blur and flying dark hair. He pointed one thick finger at Will. “ You don’t need to worry about Troy! Stay away from him, too!”
    Will had learned the best way to handle a bully was not to back down, and to him, a bully was all Talbot was right now. Will pushed himself up off the car and