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Brother. Fuck.

Ax rises and grasps his hand, the two of them shaking firmly. “See ya.”

Maverick eyes me and gives a chin lift. “Dealer, nice meeting you.”

“Sure,” I answer tersely.

He takes my shortness with a grain of salt, then takes off, striding out of the diner. I note his motorcycle boots thumping on the floor. “He ride?” I ask Ax.

“Nearly as long as me.”

I slide out of the booth. “Let’s talk.”

Worry fills his eyes as he pushes from the booth too. “What’s happened?”

Too much.

Way too much.