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good.”
     
    He nodded, amazed at her. She’d understood, even when it presented as him being a complete jerk. “Thank you.”
     
    This time she was the one who nodded because she couldn’t trust her voice. He could be so soft and sweet, a side of him that she hadn’t expected, and it always threw her for a loop.
     
    She pulled her clothes and his up onto the counter, sorting them out so they could re-dress. She was turning her jeans right side out when her cell phone dinged. She pulled it out of her pocket and checked the caller id. Mariah. She motioned for Christian to give her a second. “Mariah?”
     
    “Sandy, are you still with Christian?” Her voice was calm despite the nerves gnawing at her gut.
     
    “Yeah, is everything okay?” She didn’t like the sound of Mariah’s voice.
     
    “No. I need a huge favor.”
     
    *****
     
     
    Christian didn’t know what was going on, but whatever it was had Sandy dressed and rushing out the door with promises to come back as soon as she was done. The growl of her old truck had barely died away when the doorbell rang.
     
    He opened the door to a frantic looking Mariah. She pushed past him and started immediately pacing the living room, wringing her hands. “Mariah, what is going on? Are you okay?”
     
    “I sent Sandy away so I could talk to you, but now I don’t know where to start and I’m so scared, Christian.” She collapsed on to the couch and buried her face in her hands.
     
    He hobbled over to sit next to Mariah and put his arm around her shoulders. He hated to see her so upset. “Just take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on. I’ll do whatever I can to help fix it.”
     
    “That’s the thing, honey. You can’t fix this. No one can.” She pushed his arm off her shoulders. “Atticus paid someone to hurt you. I overheard him talking to the man on the phone the afternoon after you got hurt.”
     
    Every muscle in Christian’s body went tight. His blood pounded. The need to punch something was overwhelming. “Be very sure of what you’re saying, Mariah.”
     
    “I know what I heard, Christian. I need to know what you’re going to do.” Mariah stood and paced away.
     
    “You need to be away from the club for a while, Mariah. Take the night off. Don’t go back there until I tell you.” He turned to go get dressed, stopping when Mariah grabbled his arm tight.
     
    “What are you going to do, Christian?”
     
    “I’m going to take care of the problem.”
     

 
    CHAPTER NINETEEN
     
    The club was busy. Christian walked in, ignoring the pain in his knee. The brace helped, but not enough to stop him from limping.
     
    A showdown in the club wasn’t ideal, but there was no choice. He managed the stairs and opened the door to Atticus’ office without knocking. The older man went to stand and Christian held up a hand, cutting him off. “Shut up and sit back down. Don’t speak or I swear, everyone in this place will know why I’m here.
     
    “You’re going to tell me what it is that I did that has you so pissed off, and then we’re going to discuss a situation that needs clearing up.” Christian sat down in the chair across from the desk, watching the old man’s eyes spark with anger.
     
    “You’re going to sit there and pretend like you don’t know what my problem is with you?” Atticus sat forward, hands fisted on top of the desk.
     
    “I’m not pretending, and if you keep on with this tactic you’re going to regret it. Now talk, old man.” The level of Christian’s anger had passed furious. He was done playing games.
     
    Atticus stood up, causing the chair behind him to fall over. “Get out my place. Get out and don’t you ever come back.”
     
    Christian took his phone out of his pocket and showed it to Atticus. “Sit down. Unlike so many older members here, I have no problem allowing the cops to handle certain problems between club members.” Christian stood and leaned over, palms flat on Atticus’