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Sage was back. In one piece. Thank f**k. One of the prospects on watch called him when Greta dropped her off at home. Hope unfurled within his soul, even though she wouldn’t pick up his calls or return his texts or voice messages. Even though Sage had shut him out, Kingdom felt a mind-blowing wave of relief. He had lived for weeks with a jagged stake of fear lodged in his soul despite Greta’s assurances that she was safe. Never mind. She was back, and he had a slew of dirty tricks up his sleeve. Setting out his plan, he gave her a few days to readjust and catch up on work before he charged his way back into her life.
His lips quirked as he threw open the door of the clubhouse and shoved Whistle inside. The prospect had gotten into a bar fight and didn’t have the sense to get the f**k
