“Not now,” I say. “Yes, now. We’re opening the gate in a half hour, and I need to know my girls are safe.” “Why wouldn’t they be, Mary?” I snark. “You just paraded Navy through here looking like she got beat the hell up. Is there a threat I don’t know about?” “What’s going on with Navy doesn’t concern you or the Honey Pot.” Mary’s stern expression loosens into one of concern. I realize she didn’t come here to bitch me out because she’s worried about the girls’ safety. She came because she’s worried about Navy. My girl has charmed everyone in this place. “Is she okay?” she asks quietly.
