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confrontation. Ben’s hands didn’t hurt, but she had a sensation of being under his control, which was in itself intoxicating, a feeling she’d nearly forgotten in the last two years.
    She blamed that sensation when her voice cracked. “What? I need those tips. What have I done that’s so bad?”
    Maybe it was the electrical charge of the moment, or his gentle grip on her arms, but she didn’t want to be in trouble with either one of them.
    So much for getting their help with opening my club .
    She’d never stand a chance at running her own place her way with them pulling crap like this. If they helped her get her place started they would likely have something to say about the way she ran it. She might as well not bother. “Maybe I should open my club somewhere far away like San Antonio or Austin. All we do is clash nowadays.” The thought of actually doing that created a painful hollow chasm in her chest.
    Ben’s intense expression faltered, and his hands slipped down her upper arms to her elbows, and he pulled her to him. She caught her breath as his hand tangled in her long hair and his lips came within a hair’s breadth of her own. He’d pulled her so close, she could see the mahogany brown flecks in his dark eyes.
    “Boss?” Corinna peeked through the slightly open door of the cooler. “Everything okay?” Ben released her suddenly, and she nearly collapsed before she caught herself.
    Quinten’s voice was strained when he replied, “We’re fine.”
    “I could hear raised voices. So could the customers.” Corinna didn’t look as concerned as she did curious, and possibly amused.
    Ben didn’t look at Corinna, but kept his eyes on Camilla as he replied, “Everything’s fine. Give us another minute, okay?”
    “Sure.” The door slipped closed behind her.
    She looked at both of them, feeling like she’d missed out on something and wishing they hadn’t been interrupted. She rubbed her hands over her arms to ward off the chill from the cooler. “They’re probably gossiping up a storm out there.”
    Ben nodded. “I know you have plans tonight after work, Camilla, but we both need to talk privately with you. Soon.”
    Oh, no. They’ve changed their minds.
    She ducked her face so they couldn’t see the disappointment in her eyes.
    They think I’m too stubborn or no longer a good risk since I won’t toe the line.
    “Sure. I’ll get back out there.” She scooted to the door before they could stop her. She smiled as she walked out of the cooler, making eye contact with everyone, but inside she was shriveling. What had just happened wasn’t her best showing. Maybe she should find funding for her club on her own. Maybe she should rethink her views about how she’d increased her tips. It rankled her because she knew she was a good risk.
    And damn it, sexy sells!

Chapter Five
     
    “Damn it, damn it, damn it !”
    The rain seeped down into Camilla’s socks and inside her cowgirl boots as the cold rivulets trickled down her calves and the chilly wind blew wet gusts crossways under the umbrella.
    She looked back at her Camaro, where it sat in the growing distance on the shoulder of the road. The white body glowed with the occasional flicker of distant lightning. She prayed that the lightning didn’t come any closer to Divine before she made it to Grace’s place. Out there in the open, leaving the relative safety of her car no longer seemed like a good idea.
    “Dumb, dumb, dumb ass!”
    Her phone sat on her kitchen counter, still plugged to its charger, utterly useless to her. She had a little less than three miles to go and had decided fifteen minutes before to make the walk to the Divine Creek Ranch. It was after midnight, and no one was on the road but her. One vehicle had passed her while she sat in her car, still staring in shock at the dashboard as the unresponsive car had finally died on her. She hadn’t even had enough juice for her hazard lights to flash, so on top of everything else,