Chapter 29

NATHAN Ihead for the office at the back of the Emerald Shamrock nightclub, looking for Shane Ryan, one of the four brothers who owns the club. He also happens to be one of my best clients. He’s perched on the edge of his desk, and he eyes me over the rim of his coffee mug when I step inside his office and take a seat. He places the mug down and jerks his head toward the coffee machine behind him. “You want one?” I shake my head. “I’m good, thanks.” He sits behind his desk and leans forward, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. His huge biceps strain the fabric pulled taut over his arms, and I instinctively rub my jaw, recalling how he almost knocked me on my ass the last time I saw him. I’ve been on the receiving end of this man’s right hook many times, just like he has mine. “Haven’t seen you at the gym for weeks, buddy.” He arches an eyebrow at me. “Did I kick your ass a little too hard last time?” I run my tongue over my teeth. “You fucking wish.” He laughs. “Congratulati