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Sloan struggled with the overwhelming urge to wrench her out of Perron’s arms and bury his face in her cleavage.
    Which would likely get him slapped. Unless he showed her what a decent guy he could be. His pulse thrummed low in his gut, then descended a little more. Yeah, time to play nice .
    “Relax, Perron.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.”
    Her grateful smile told him he was headed in the right direction.
    “I can do this.” She bent to pick up her jacket and sucked in a shallow breath. Her words sounded strangled, like she couldn’t breathe right. “Just give me a minute.”
    She straightened and her face went white. One hand hovered over her chest.
    “Fine.” Perron took the jacket from her and laid it on the counter by the sink. “But in the meantime, how ‘bout you get out of that dress.”
    Fuck! Much as he’d love to see her strip, he couldn’t see the girl doing that with them all watching. Probably wouldn’t take much for Perron to get her naked, but if he planned to seduce her, why drag the rest of them along? What the hell was the man up to?
    “Out of this . . .” She gulped in air like she was standing on the edge of a pool, about to take a plunge into the deep end. Then she gave each of Sloan’s men a long look—while avoiding looking at him at all—and let out a noisy breath. “Yeah, I guess that’s a good place to start.” She put her fingernails between her lips and backed toward the stalls. “I’ll explain when I . . .” She smacked the stall door and stumbled inside. “Please don’t leave.”
    The door clicked shut.
    “What’s going on, Perron?” T.J.’s pale eyes flashed with rage. He tried to step between Sloan and Perron. “You better start talking or—”
    Sloan sidestepped and did his best to keep the big man out of arm’s reach of Perron’s throat. “Calm down. He’ll tell us.”
    “Not for me to tell.” Perron leaned his elbows on the counter behind him. At a loud thump from the stalls, he cleared his throat. “Need some help, darlin’?”
    “Umm . . .” The girl sounded like someone was choking the life out of her. She groaned and there was another thump. “Maybe someone could give me something to change into—”
    Vanek skirted around them. “Come to the locker room with me. I’m sure I’ve got something. You’d float in the other guys clothes, but I’m not that much bigger than you.”
    Sloan grabbed Vanek by the back of his shirt when he reached for the door. “Go get the clothes. She’ll change in here.” Sloan’s eyes narrowed when the boy opened his mouth to interrupt. “Alone.”
    “No!”
    Every man in the room went still at Oriana’s shout. Something crashed into the wall hard enough to make the stalls shake. A sob got Sloan moving. Perron reached the stall a step ahead of him.
    “Oriana?” The muscles in Perron’s forearm flexed as he took hold of the top of the door, looking ready to tear it right off the hinges.
    “I’m okay . . . I’m just . . .” Oriana sniffed, then sighed. “I’m stuck.”
    “Do you want me to come in there and help you?”
    “Would you?”
    A devilish smile slanted Perron’s lips. “Gladly.”
    Sloan mentally counted all the reasons he shouldn’t knock his friend’s perfect teeth down his throat. He got stuck on one . . . when Mason spoke up.
    “I’ve got a better idea.” Mason folded his arms over his chest and gave Perron the look he usually saved for when playtime was about to get real serious. Whips and chains serious.
    Now you’re in for it. Sloan leaned on the wall by the stall and smirked when Perron nervously glanced his way.
    When Mason cleared his throat, Perron jumped. “What?”
    “You obviously know something. We’ve all been asked to stay, and neither of you are telling us anything.” Mason waited for Perron’s nod, then continued. “If you want to keep this between you, fine. But if