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for her own good.
    “Put the gun down, ma’am.” Nash wrapped a big hand around Rebecca’s and forced her to point the weapon at the ground before she could react.
    A shot went off, booming through the room and piercing the hardwood beneath them.
    “Fuck!” Thomas shouted. “Get that gun away from this crazy bitch.” Then he ran out of the room to see if anyone was wounded below, leaving Nash to deal with his ex and the mess alone.
    Rebecca was reduced to tears and easily gave up the pistol as Nash led her to a spanking bench and sat her down.
    Fiona helped her client out of his straps and he quickly dressed then came over to his wife. He glanced warily at Nash as he spoke, “I’m so sorry. I’ll get her out of here.”
    Thomas reappeared just as the man was leading his wife toward the door. He glared down at the guy. “Consider your membership cancelled. I better never see your face in here again.”
    The guy nodded and mumbled something before he and his crying wife disappeared.
    Thomas heaved a sigh of relief and ran his fingers through his blue-black hair. Nash looked at him then at Fiona. She cleared her throat, glanced down at the riding crop she still held. His ex-wife was scorching hot in a tight black corset and leather pants that clung to her curves. Her red hair fell in a cloud of curls around her pale, freckled shoulders. He wanted her so bad in that moment.
    And he hated his brother for not telling him Fiona was here.
    Nash gave Thomas an accusatory glare.
    Thomas smirked. “What? I figured you two would run into each other eventually.” Then he shoved his hands in the pockets of his expensive dress pants and walked out.
    Nash stared at her. She stared back. As if willing him to be the first to look away, she held his gaze and refused to blink.
    The last thing Fiona needed was a surprise like this. She hadn’t seen Nash Falcon in over six months, though she’d tried to get a hold of him after the accident. Damn, he was as gorgeous as she remembered—all towering muscles, brown skin, and hair and eyes as black as midnight. She hated herself for wanting him so badly. Her heart sped up at the sight of him and her lower belly tingled, but she refused to show it.
    “What’re you doing here?” he snapped.
    “I could ask you the same thing.”
    “My brother owns the place.”
    She bit her bottom lip, as if physically chewing on her words. No way would she tell him why she was working in Thomas’ BDSM club. But she didn’t need to give him a reason anyway. She owed him nothing. Their relationship was over because he was a hypocrite and she was stubborn.
    “How’ve you been?” she asked.
    “Changing the subject.” Nash shook his head as he sat on the edge of the spanking bench. “Classic Fiona.”
    Anger spiked in her belly. “You did a lot of subject changing during our marriage. Nice to know you’re still a hypocrite.”
    This sent him flying to his feet. “I am not a hypocrite.”
    She took a step closer. “But you do have double standards.”
    Their argument referred to the situation that broke their marriage. Nash had been a player. Fiona knew that when she married him, so she’d insisted if they were going to have an open marriage it had to be open on both ends. Nash wouldn’t stand for that. He could sleep with other women, but Fiona was his and his alone. Fiona said to hell with that. If he could mess around with other females then she could take home other males. Nash went nuclear at the idea.
    “You’re my wife!” he screamed one night, just before the divorce, as she was packing her things up in their two bedroom townhouse.
    She’d whirled on him. “And you’re my husband! If you want a threesome, want to sleep with other people, then I should get the same fringe benefits. This marriage has to be equal. And since you can’t handle that, I’m leaving.”
    Nash had broached the subject of a ménage a trios. Fiona and him with another woman. Fiona had agreed, just so long