Nick shoved him.
Rafe shoved him back.
Waverly held the door open for Heather, and the small group headed out front. They stood at the curb, apparently waiting for the van from the airport that was heading toward the front of the building from the end of the parking lot.
“He’s not going to fire me,” Nick said.
“You sure about that? He seemed pretty ticked that you didn’t go along with Rickloff’s plan. I haven’t seen his face that red since you cleaned him out at poker a few months ago.”
Nick sighed. “I miss poker nights. I can’t believe you let Darby cancel our poker nights.”
“Let her? Are you implying the decision wasn’t mine? That she has me wrapped around her finger?”
“I’m not implying anything. You’re her lapdog. Ruff, ruff.”
“I’ll pay you back for that.”
“Looking forward to it.”
“This is serious. You could lose everything.”
“Yeah. I know,” Nick said quietly. “But I’m still going through with it.”
While Heather’s luggage was being loaded, she and her entourage got inside the van. Apparently they were all accompanying her to the airport hotel. Nick supposed that was their way of pretending they were actually protecting her instead of sending her into an impossible situation where the odds of her being hurt, or killed, were enormously high.
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