“Just because you felt free to come here and lecture me, I’m not asking my florist for my usual discount on the suite full of roses at the Brown Palace that I’m gonna book for your proposal,” I declared.

“Sassy,” he said through a smile. Then decreed, “Old lady.”

“Damn straight,” I returned.

He kept smiling.

Then he quit.

“Get help,” he whispered.

“I will,” I whispered back.

I didn’t know him at all but the relief I saw in his handsome face was not about his woman’s peace of mind.

“Thank you,” he said, and before I could reply, he disappeared.

I stared at the door he closed behind him.

Then I smiled at the door.

Because I knew Elvira caught herself a good one.

And she was so going to get the best proposal in history.

High

High parked his truck and moved up the dark, deserted lane.

He didn’t carry a flashlight. It had been a while, but he knew his way.

The shadows in front of him moved but he just kept walking toward them.

It was no surprise, as he got closer, that Shirleen formed through the darkness.

This was their meeting place. This was where they went when bad shit was going down. This was where he got his briefings when she needed him to take her back. This was where he gave her hers when he needed that returned.

None of that had happened for years.

So her calling him there was a surprise.

And not a good one.

He stopped two feet from her and barked, “Talk to me.”

She did.

And she did it to bark back, “Do not fuckin’ blow it.”

“What?” he clipped.

“Boy, you got redemption. Do you know how hard it is to do good deeds, a hundred of ’em not comin’ close to erasin’ just one of the bad? Don’t answer that ’cause I know you do. You’re on that path. Do not stray.”

He threw out a hand, pissed, surprised, and blindsided, none of which he liked.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” he asked.

“Your woman was taken. That is not good. She was found safe. You hold on to that and you bury the burn of vengeance so you don’t blow it.”

He got it.

And what he got took him from pissed to ticked.

“You keep outta this shit and you keep Nightingale out of it. It’s now all Chaos,” he warned.

It was.

Mitch, Slim, and Hawk were history. Tack had them on a string so they wouldn’t cotton on, Rosalie still in play, so as far as they knew, Chaos was keeping their shit and it was all still a go.

But Tack had sent Hound in.

So in the end, it would be all Chaos.

Shirleen got in his space and he didn’t move, staring down his nose at her.

“It is. No other way it could be. But you guide that, High. You guide it so the bounty you got when you got your woman back does not suffer. I know what happened. I know what she did. I know why she did it. Do not make decades of sacrifice all for nothing.”

He stared into her eyes through the dark, then he lifted his gaze and looked over her head.

She stepped away, murmuring, “You get me.”

He looked at her again. “What he did cannot stand.”

“No. And a hundred good deeds don’t erase one bad. You got enough bad, High. We both do. You take him down, you do that shit right. You’re never gonna have a golden soul, but your woman has one. Don’t tarnish it.”

He clenched his teeth, feeling a muscle jump in his jaw.

“Not gonna surprise you to know, she’s scared as shit what you’re gonna do,” she informed him. “Not gonna surprise you to know, she isn’t the only one. Your women make an art of standin’ by their men. Your job is to make that effort worth it.”

God, the woman was fucking irritating when she was right.

“You done?” he gritted.

“I get in there?” she shot back.

He said nothing.

She stared at him.

Then she whispered, “I got in there.”

“I’m done,” he replied.

She said nothing.

He turned around and started to walk away.

She called after him as he did.

“When I had nothin’, I had you. I’ll never forget that, High, and you got my love until my last breath for givin’ it to me. I want everything for you. Now you got it. Just need you to do one thing. Keep hold.”

He was ticked, cold, outside Denver, which meant far away from Millie, and he had a black woman bossing him around in the dark.

He did not want to give her anything.

He couldn’t do that.

Because she had his love too.

So he did what he had to do.

He kept walking but he did it lifting an arm and flicking out his hand.

*  *  *

He opened the door, walked into the house, heard the beeping of the alarm but stopped dead.

The kitchen was a disaster.

And Millie was at the stove.

“Do not freak out,” she ordered, not turning to look at him. “Things are not going great and when you know what I’m doing, you’re gonna walk right out and hit a Chipotle. But I want you to bear with me because I figure when I get this going, it’s gonna be out of this world.”

He closed the door, locked it, and turned to the alarm panel just in time to punch in the code before it sent a signal to dispatch.

Then he walked through the kitchen, seeing the remains of vegetables, bowls filled with a bunch of shit, all of it looking healthy, packaging and wrappers everywhere, what looked like wet, torn paper tossed aside and a glass of wine that had seen spillage so there were stains on the counter.