(Cassidy)
The phone rang before anyone could fully recover from the spanking comment.
Ridge pulled it from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and something in his face shifted immediately. Not panic. Just that particular focus he got when something needed his attention right now.
"Yeah," he said, standing up.
The table quieted instantly. Even Sarah seemed to sense it, her spoon going still in her fist.
We all watched him listen. His jaw tightened once. He looked at Asher across the table and gave a small nod that meant more than any words could have.
"On our way," Ridge said, and ended the call.
Asher was already standing, the pastry he'd been fighting Harlow over abandoned on his plate.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Club business," Ridge said.
"What kind?" Dane asked, already hal
