His voice dropped.
“Careful.”
That word used to end arguments.
Not anymore.
Samantha took out her phone again.
“I have copies of the messages you sent after I left.”
Reuben stared.
“I have photographs.”
His jaw moved.
“I have medical records.”
He looked toward Grizzly.
Samantha continued.
“I have the voicemail.”
Reuben tried to smile.
“None of that proves what you think it proves.”
“Maybe.”
That answer surprised him.
Samantha had learned from Elena not to argue the entire case in a bar.
She did not need to win every point.
She only needed to stop surrendering.
“My lawyer decides what matters.”
Reuben took one step closer.
Wyatt moved between them again.
“That’s far enough.”
Reuben’s face twisted.
“Move.”
“No.”
“I said move.”
“And she said leave.”
The door opened behind them.
Another person entered.
Not a biker.
A woman in a dark raincoat carrying a legal folder.