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Chapter 8.1

“Well, well, well,” he shouted over the infernal music. “Have you come to party?”

Larissa placed her hands on her hips. “Only if you’re asking me to dance.”

He swept an arm around her middle and pulled her into his larger body. “Let’s see how well you grind.”

I was only vaguely aware of what they were doing because my gaze scanned the room for signs of Griff. He wasn’t at the bar, nor was he sitting at any of the booths. Leaving Larissa with Moongazer, I walked across Coyote Willy’s bottom floor toward a set of stairs that led to the mezzanine. Maybe there was a VIP area up there.

Don had mentioned serving brunch, so it would make sense that there would be more tables and chairs than just the booths. I took the steps two at a time until I reached the stop and confirmed my suspicions. This upper level was more of a restaurant, but none of the people sitting at the table were Griff.

“What are you doing?” a large hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned to stare into Don’s furious eyes and snatched
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