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up from the floor, and handed them to her.
    “Who? I thought you locked the door?” Kale was firm and unmoving in front of her as she quickly slipped on her pants.
    “I did, but that’s the boss’s daughter. She has a key.” Ronnie stood up and stepped into her heels.
    Kale’s eyes lowered and his lips turned up on the corners. “Yes, I do prefer those on.”
    “Watch it, Soldier.”
    “Ronnie, are you still here?” Jordan called out, her voice closer to the design room now and Ronnie was grateful for Jordan’s not so perfect timing.
    “Yes!” Ronnie hurried past Kale to the hallway flipping the light on in the design room before damn near running straight into Jordan.
    “There you are. What are you doing? Didn’t you hear me?” Jordan asked, jumping a step back.
    “Fuck Jordan, you scared the shit out of me. I was re-printing my design. I thought you were coming by at 10:00.”
    “It is 10:00,” Jordan said, looking over Ronnie’s shoulder to what she assumed was her freshly aroused Captain America impersonator. Jordan’s barely there blonde eyebrows reached her hairline as she looked from Kale to Ronnie.
    “I’m almost done.” Ronnie met Jordan’s eyes like a mountain lion staring down its prey. If Jordan didn’t back the fuck off and drop what Ronnie knew she was about to say, then Ronnie would attack. She was not in the mood for this.
    “Okaay.” Jordan dragged the word out and followed Ronnie back to her room. Jordan was one of the only females Ronnie could actually stand to be around. Hell, she was the only female friend Ronnie had for that matter. She was a couple years younger than Ronnie but she was cool as shit. She didn’t pry or gossip or whine like most women. She was real. She was simple; no tattoos, no piercings, her hair was its natural dishwater blonde and her face was rarely covered in makeup other than mascara on her crazy long lashes. She didn’t need any of that shit anyway; she was a natural beauty. Other than the fact she was itty-bitty like her father, you would have never guessed that Harold, the owner of the tattoo shop, was her dad.
    “How much longer are you gonna be? I put my heels on just for you and I’m ready to shake my ass. Plus I’ve got Cameron all good and liquored up so he is ready to show us a good time.” Jordan walked in and planted her butt down in one of the chairs in Ronnie’s room.
    “Who’s Cameron?” Kale asked, walking in the room after Jordan. There was a slightly territorial tone to his voice that made Ronnie’s heart speed up.
    “None of your business,” Ronnie barked, narrowing her eyes at Kale. Who the fuck did he think he was butting into her personal conversation? Just because they had a moment—okay a very hot and sexy moment—in the design room, didn’t mean he could spout out questions whenever he wanted.
    “My sexy as hell husband, that’s who!” Jordan squealed. Yes, she actually squealed and Ronnie cringed.
    “Newlyweds,” Ronnie said to Kale, feeling the need to explain her friend’s sudden outburst of giddy girliness.
    “Ah, enough said,” Kale laughed, and Ronnie couldn’t help but smile. Kale resumed his position against the chair as Ronnie slipped on a clean pair of gloves.
    “But seriously, how much longer? I’m sure there’s going to be a mile long line to get into Club Zero if we get there past 11:00 and it’s freezing outside.”
    “Okay Jordy, get the fuck out and let me finish then,” Ronnie lashed.
    Jordan stood up and grinned sweetly at Ronnie gaining an eye roll from her before she turned and walked out.
    *****
    “Club Zero, huh?” Kale asked, turning his head slightly to peer at Ronnie from the side.
    “Yep,” was the only response she gave him. He wanted to bring up whatever it was that happened in the other room. He wanted to know what was going on in that crazy mind of hers. Just when he thought he had cracked the surface, she revealed a completely new layer.
    Ronnie didn’t speak to