"I do." I sat back down. "Some asshole came into my bar, wouldn't leave Mira alone, and I wasn't there. And she didn't tell me about it because she doesn't want to depend on anyone."
"Can't blame her for that. She's been taking care of herself for a while."
"I know. But she doesn't have to anymore."
Dane pulled out a chair and sat across from me. "You really care about her."
"Yeah."
"Enough to make her your old lady?"
"I already did. She just hasn't accepted it yet."
Dane smiled. "You've got it bad."
"Tell me something I don't know."
He laughed. "Just don't let it mess with your head. The club needs you focused."
"I am focused."
"You called an emergency church meeting over a guy hitting on a girl at a bar."
"A guy hitting on a woman under club protection," I corrected. "There's
