Zarelle smiled and kicked Daniel lightly in his calf. “Stop joking around. Let’s go back to the club.”
I knew there was zero chance of getting Daniel to delete those photos tonight. The smart thing to do was leave before I lost my temper and did something I’d regret.
“Good choice,” Kelson said as I walked away. “Though I wanted to punch him.”
“So did I,” I replied.
Nicholas was hiding out in my car when I reached the parking lot. He poked his head over the front windshield like a scared rabbit.
“Are they gone?”
I said nothing, just started the engine. The motor purred to life, and I felt some of my tension ease. Driving always calmed me down.
Nicholas breathed out when the club disappeared from view. “I shouldn’t have made the bet.”
He stretched out his long legs
