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were young, fit and attractive. Complete contrasts to the old, overweight men who’d lined the walls of the previous club she’d run from. She turned in a circle, amazed and more than a little proud at the perfection of the atmosphere.
    “It’s this way.” Zoe raised her voice and didn’t acknowledge the loud cry of, “Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me harder,” from the woman in the sex swing .
    “I’m right behind you.” She was following, no matter how stunted her steps.
    Curiosity had her enthralled, but there was something that began to concern her. She’d memorized every inch of the main room, taken a glimpse into the two private areas, and not once had she caught sight of her husband.
    * * * * *
    “Are you coming down to the party?”
    T.J. squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his lids, ignoring the question for as long as he could. Shay wouldn’t leave him alone. She hovered. Everywhere. All the time. No matter where he went, she was in his tracks with a friendly smile and a comforting pat on his back. He loathed it. The old Shay, the one who’d talked smack and given him hell, was the woman he needed. Not this highly attuned, feminine ball of emotional support that kept him on edge.
    “I’ll get down there when I’m ready.” The growl of his voice echoed through the empty Shot of Sin dance club. He liked the peace and quiet. And he deserved the loneliness.
    “Did you think about what I said in the restaurant yesterday?”
    He couldn’t forget. Shay’s idea of getting over his wife was to move on. Hop on the bike again, so to speak. Take a new woman for a test drive. Brute concurred, ever the heartless bastard.
    The thought made him sick.
    “Why don’t we talk about you for a change?” He dropped his hand from his face and straightened at the sight of her. She was adorned in a see-through black dress, her shiny red bra and panties visible beneath to match her glossy high heels. She wore a swatch of black lace over her eyes. Simple yet elegant. Beautiful.
    “How are things with you and Leo?” He spoke to hide his discomfort. Seeing Shay like this wasn’t something he could get used to overnight. She’d been his friend for a long time. His employee even longer. Now he’d have to watch as she strutted her gorgeous body around the Vault on her nights off.
    She rolled her pretty brown eyes. “You know, you could just tell me you don’t want to talk.”
    Perfect. “I don’t want to talk about it, Shayna.” His glare was far harsher than his tone. He couldn’t help it. He was tired—his heart, his body and his mind. Enough was enough.
    “No problem.” She raised her chin, the defiance of the woman he used to know coming back in full force.
    “So how about you and Leo? What did I miss while I was away?”
    She waggled her brows. “A lot of debauchery.”
    No way. Leo was taking it slow, unwilling to risk scaring Shay away from the lifestyle. “Are you fucking with me?”
    “Yes.” Her smile was bright. “We’re taking our relationship day by day.”
    “But you’re enjoying yourself.” He could see it in the undiluted happiness of her features. She was no longer opposed to the Vault. The realization stung. Why couldn’t it have turned out this way for him and Cass? Why did he have to ruin what they could’ve been?
    Because he couldn’t help fucking up.
    “I’m glad the two of you are working things out.” He hadn’t been able to do the same with his wife. The guilt was too heavy, the weight of regret a constant punishment. Everything else that followed was like an avalanche burying the happiness he’d once had. “I suppose I better get downstairs and show Leo and Brute I’m not slacking off.”
    He pushed from the stool and strode to her. “I hope you’re right about this masquerade party.”
    She flashed him a confident smile. “I am.”
    He followed her down the stairs to the Vault. They passed people in the hall, couples, singles, some dressed in evening attire, others