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Squatch nodded.

Squatch didn’t need Scott’s approval, Devin was his, end of. However, he also knew how much Scott meant to her, especially since he knew more about what happened and where Devin was than Squatch did.

Plus, the bastard had cared enough about Devin to leave Squatch a sign he couldn’t miss, that made Scott okay in Squatch’s book.

So, he did what he knew would win him points with Devin, especially when she found out he’d claimed her to everyone but her.

“And you? Do you?” Scott’s smile was telling. He’d done the right thing and won him over in the process.

“Hell yeah. My girl could definitely do worse. But just because I’m not a fighter and nowhere near as big as a house, I can be smart and sneaky, especially if my friend gets hurt.”

Not the kind of threat he was used to but he understood that Devin had someone else looking out for her and he’d never fault anyone for that.

“Noted, I can fight and I am as big as a house, and I feel the same way.” As enforcer, he couldn’t just let it land when the man had tossed it without returning the favor.

“Noted. Now, she’ll be staying at the Omaha Inn tonight. Judging from when she left my place this morning at o’dark thirty, she should arrive around midnight. She’s supposed to text when she checks in, but I know she won’t. Instead, she’ll shower, put on a pair of ridiculous socks, cat or chicken feet, don’t ask. Then hunker down with snacks first and wallow in her head before she remembers to text.” Scott smiled to himself before adding on.

“The more nervous she is, the more sweet and sour will be on the menu.” Squatch didn’t know the sock thing, but he did know the snack thing.

“Yep,” he agreed. “And the saltier and crunchier, the calmer she is and the chocolate and sweets for…”

“Aunt Flo,” Scott said at the same time Squatch said, “Shark week.”

Seems he did know her after all. If he were honest with himself, he never took his eyes off her when she was at the clubhouse or hanging at the bar. He knew her moods and the way she chewed her lips when she wasn’t being fully spot on or picked her cuticles when she was nervous.

It was staring him in the face, she’d planned this for weeks and he just wrote it off as other things.

“Anyway,” Scott interrupted his self-admonishment. “She wants to stand up to him herself, she needs to, but we can’t let her do it alone. I know I’m breaking our friendship code by telling you where she’ll be, but seriously Jasper, she can’t be alone. She thinks by doing it herself she’ll take back her power and ability to trust. But she can still do it herself with you at her back, yeah?”

Scott looked torn and Squatch understood. If Devin felt betrayed, she’d never speak to him again, but he was right.

“I’ll let her lead, but I won’t let her be alone. I’ll take care of her, Scott.” When he lifted his eyes, he saw relief there, even if he just lost his friend over it. And that was the reason Squatch would protect their bond. Scott was a good man and a good friend to the woman he loved. Yep, he did, he loved her.

Squatch slid a card toward Scott with his personal and club contact info on it.

“We’ve got the Omaha brothers on standby to find where she is and keep eyes on her until I can arrive.” He pulled out his phone and searched Omaha Inn. It was on Jones. “I think I’ll message them to start with hotels on the east side, the Jones and Fifth area. If they spot her car, then well, I’ll have to go to where they found her.”

He gave Scott a pointed look, and realization dawned on him. Squatch would cover for him.

“I need to take off, I’ve got a long⁠—”

The door to the back banged open and the old man stood there taking in Squatch. Shit, he hadn’t doffed his colors before coming inside. That was a direct hit of disrespect to the old man, one Devin adored. Shit, shit, shit. He didn’t need the club involved in any other petty squabbles at the moment.

There was too much shit, so he was going to have to fucking humble himself, but Devin’s safety was worth it.

“Sorry, Ray. I didn’t mean to disrespect your rules. I’ll leave now. I owe you a marker for it. Scott knows how to reach me.”

“I don’t want a damn marker. I want you out and⁠—”

“Pops. Calm down. It’s my fault. I brought him here for Devin.”

The old man instantly softened. “Where is she?”

“She’s heading into trouble, sir, that’s why I was here. Scott knew where to find her, and I’m going after her now.”

The old man looked between him and Scott, then the sign.

“Then get. Protect her, not a hair out of place, then we’re flush.”