Max felt her tense and followed her gaze. One look told him pretty much all he needed to know and reached into his coat pocket and hit one number on his phone. Micah would get a text and know he might need to hurry up with the car.
All this was done without Max so much as looking anything beyond vaguely curious and he slipped his arm around Sterrin's shoulders, squeezing gently. He gave the stranger a once over then dismissed him and looked back at Sterrin.
"Have you eaten?" he asked, as if nothing had happened. "We could stop on our way to the club."