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Was everything between them all over?

‘Another. Make it a double,’ Kane said, shooting a look to the bartender that made it clear there would be more to follow. ‘Actually, let’s triple-down on it this time.’

Kane watched as Raul the bartender fixed up his triple scotch with ice. He felt his stomach tighten as he cast his mind back a few hours ago to the scene of Cassie being driven away in the cab.

Kane wanted to drink until he couldn’t remember.

But that was still some time away if his brain had anything to do with it. It felt like every second that Kane either wasn’t ordering a drink or consuming one, his mind wanted to focus on one thing and one thing only.

Cassie.

His Little.

Or… maybe hisex-Little.

‘Bad day huh?’ Raul said. ‘Hey, no judgements from me, Kane. We all go through shit from time to time. Just look after yourself, okay?’

Kane nodded.

He furrowed his brow and smiled at Raul.

Raul had seen Kane go through some tough times in the past. Back when his partying days were drawing to a close and he was no longer enjoying the fast life.

The thing with Raul though was that he truly never judged. He wasn’t about to stop serving Kane. He knew that Kane was an adult with his own free will. If he was back in Grease Riders Bar and sinking the hard stuff, there was probably more than good enough reason for it.

‘What’s new around here, anyway?’ Kane asked, deciding that he would take his time on this triple-shot. ‘Place looks like it’s had a refurb. Well, a little bit of one anyway.

Raul smiled.

‘Yeah, it’s had a lick of paint.’

‘Always the conversationalist,’ Kane laughed, remembering fondly Raul’s preference for short, to the point responses.

Kane looked around the bar.

The old, dirty paint job had been replaced by a brighter, navy paint job on the walls. The floor was still the rugged hardwood. That was good. But there was one thing missing…

The jukebox.

‘Please don’t tell me,’ Kane said, his voice full of sadness as he looked over to the old spot in the corner where the jukebox resided.

‘Ah, don’t stress it,’ Raul replied, a sly grin on his face. ‘Look behind you.’

Kane turned and saw that the old jukebox full of classic tunes had simply been moved over into a different corner.

But it wasn’t just that.

Something else about it brought a smile to his face.

Standing next to the jukebox was Cage.

‘Okay, so Savior Daddies don’t drink alone,’ Leon said. ‘Especially when they’re down.’

‘How did you know I was here?’ Kane asked, smiling but also a little confused.

Leon laughed.

It was a laugh of someone who very much knew the punchline.