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Cutter watched Greta release Sage from a hug and stride into the clubhouse. Where the f**k was she going? Better not be to dance and rub up her sexy body on some other bastard. Cutter found her plastered against a wall facing the large dance area, dark and pulsing with the heavy bass of hip-hop. A woman in daisy dukes and a tube top waved her hands above her head, then dropped them to the bar in a sultry move before all eyes were drawn to her twerking a*s. The air was humid and hot from the wall-to-wall crowd of people dancing and drinking. He saw Puck drag his younger sister away from a man she was grinding on.
Cutter wove between swaying couples to follow Greta as she edged around the side wall and then skirted the crowds, checking each hallway of the main floor. He almost caught up
