He put his hands up in refusal. “No need, boss.”

“Take it.”

He accepted the money and slid it into his pocket. “Thanks, boss.”

“Good work. Get your ass back to the car.”

He grinned and bowed before heading out of my office. Crazy Chinese motherfucker was always bowing. I liked him, though. There were few people I’d trust with the errand he’d just done for me.

I sat down behind my desk and pulled off the lid of the brownies. The sweet smell of chocolate filled my nostrils. I grabbed a brownie and took a bite.

It was fucking good. I polished it off in less than a minute. Vivian was gonna make some suit a very lucky man one day. She was gorgeous, could cook and was an attorney.

But not Eric. That motherfucker could rot. I shook my head as I remembered the way he’d treated Vivian, and also her refusal to play his game. Hell of a woman.

I got up to get back to the floor, but turned back to my desk before making it to the door. There was an unused filing cabinet behind my desk, and I put the container of brownies in the top drawer. If I brought an employee in here for a talk about how they’d fucked up, the last thing I wanted was them seeing brownies on my desk.

Also, I didn’t want to share them. Those fuckers were all mine.

Vivian

CARA LOOKED ME OVER AS I checked my makeup in a travel sized mirror, nodding with appreciation.

“On the prowl, I see?” she quipped.

“No.” I glared at her. “What, just because I look nice, I must be trying to hook up with a man? How very caveman of you.”

She rolled her eyes as she applied pale pink lipstick. “I know you, V. You only dress this way and curl your hair when you’re hoping to meet someone.”

“I’m wearing jeans. And I just have some waves in my hair that are almost gone already. Stop being so suspicious.”

“Yeah, but you’re wearing heels with the jeans. And I know it actually takes effort to do the whole effortlessly wavy thing with your hair.”

The cab we were riding in pulled up in front of Six and I handed the driver some money, thanked him and followed Cara onto the sidewalk.

“The glove does not fit, my friend¸” I said to her. “I’m just here to have some drinks with my best, most paranoid friend. And also return this shirt.”

I clutched Kane’s flannel shirt in one hand and my bag in the other. Since I was in public, I resisted my urge to press it against my nose and inhale its cedar scent yet again.

I’d been single for so long that I was extra susceptible to excitement over manly things. Muscles, flannel and stubble actually made me tingly these days. Ten months without sex was a long time for a 28-year-old woman. Especially since that sex hadn’t even been good.

And in my most honest moments, I admitted to myself that much more than sex was missing from my life. I envied couples I saw holding hands at the farmer’s market. I wanted someone to share life’s ups and downs with, and my efforts to find that someone had only turned up one lousy guy after another.

Cara poked my shoulder, bringing my attention back into the moment. “I don’t think we’re getting into Six tonight,” she said, sounding defeated.

I followed her gaze to a line that stretched down the sidewalk. The bouncer at the front door was explaining to someone that they couldn’t get in without a reservation.

Things didn’t look promising.

“Let’s go to that new place I was telling you about,” Cara suggested. “The sushi bar. It’s only a couple blocks from here. We can walk.”

She turned to walk away from the club, but I stopped her. “Wait. Just give me a second.”

The bouncer at the door was almost as wide and muscled as Kane. He held a hand up as soon as I approached.

“Sorry, we’re full unless you’ve got a res—”

“This is Kane’s.” I held the shirt up halfheartedly. “I was hoping to return it. If we can’t get in, can I just—”

The bouncer’s brows shot up. “Oh. Come on in,” he said, lifting up the hook on the rope that cordoned off the entrance. He called to a woman in a black dress. “Elyse, she’s here to see Kane. You have a table open upstairs?”

The pretty redhead smiled and extended her arm. “Of course. Right this way.”

I waved to Cara, who dashed through the opening in the rope and grabbed my arm.

“Who is this guy, anyway, Viv?” she whispered. “You dropped his name and we not only got in, she’s taking us upstairs.”

“It’s probably just overflow seating,” I said absently, scanning the room for the burly, tattooed man whose shirt I held.

“Are you kidding? All the good stuff is upstairs in clubs like this.”

I met her eyes with a silent question about just what kind of club this was. I wasn’t going to say the words in front of the redhead who was leading us up the open, smooth stone staircase.

The table we were led to in a small, private room was already set for two. An open door led out to a huge balcony that overlooked the first floor of the club. People were drinking and dancing out there.

“I’ll let Mr. Kane know you’re here,” the redhead said. “And a server will be here shortly.”

“No, I’ll go down and find him,” I said, getting up and following her to the door. I turned to Cara. “You don’t mind?”

She waved a hand. “Course not. I’ll go out there and mingle.”

I descended the staircase, keeping a hand on the polished marble railing as I scanned the club. The dance floor was filling up fast. But why was I looking there for Kane? Just the thought of him dancing made me break out in a smile.

After two trips around the first floor, I still hadn’t seen him. I went down the hallway that led to his office and found his door was open just a crack. I leaned against the wall to wait.

“ . . . better than that,” Kane was saying. “I’ve got no choice but to fire you.”

“Please,” a female voice pleaded. “It was just a stupid mistake. I’ll pay it back. You can dock my paycheck if you need to.”

“It’s not about the hundred bucks. You broke my fuckin’ trust, Melanie. I can’t have people working for me who steal.”

“I wasn’t stealing,” she balked. “I was borrowing it until payday. My rent was overdue and I was about to get evicted.”

“Taking money out of a cash register is stealing. This ain’t a damn bank, it’s a business.”

“But—”

Kane cut her off. “We’re done here. Come get your paycheck Friday. You can keep the money you took.”

I moved down to the end of the hallway, out of earshot. Less than a minute later, a young blond with a tired expression walked out. She went toward the back of the club, head hung low.

After a deep, reassuring breath, I walked to the door to Kane’s office and rapped lightly on the frame. When I peeked around the corner, he was at the desk, arms folded, looking lost in thought.

“Viv,” he said, his brow furrowing in confusion.

My stomach flipped with excitement at the sound of his deep voice saying my name.

“Hey. Can I come in?”

He stood. “Yeah. Yeah, come on in.”

I gestured at the shirt as I walked across the room to his closet. “Brought this back for you.”

After pulling open the closet door, I hung it on the same hook I’d seen him take it from when he gave it to me. I couldn’t help doing a one-second scan of the closet’s contents. A leather jacket, a pair of dark boots and . . . an American Girl bag? That one was a surprise, but I didn’t let it register. The closet had the same cedar smell his shirt did, mingled with the sweet scent of cigar smoke.

“So how’s it going?” I asked, not wanting to leave.

He shrugged. “Usual. You didn’t have to bring that shirt back.”

“I don’t mind. My friend Cara came with me. I wasn’t trying to name drop, but when I told the guy at the door that I had your shirt, he let us in and we ended up with a table upstairs.”