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“That’s creepy, man,” Finn declared.

Skinner shrugged. “You didn’t answer the door.”

“Then I might not have been home,” Finn pointed out.

“I would have left, and you wouldn’t have even known I was here,” Skinner responded. “However, you are home.” He ran his gaze up and down Finn. “Would you like to get dressed or would you prefer to stand there in a towel and continue to hold a gun on me?”

Finn was very tempted to keep holding the gun on Skinner. “What is up with your group breaking into my places?”

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Jackson, since this is the first time that I’ve let myself into any place owned by you.”

He had been but Skinner was irritating him.

“And that is nothing knew with Jackson. He thrives on challenges and when he’s bored, he tends to get himself in trouble. We’ve all doubled the amount of security on our residences and he still found a way inside.”

Finn wasn’t surprised. Jackson was talented and if it wasn’t for the insane security system that Finn had on the club, he’d never have known about Jackson’s visits. The system wasn’t even on the market yet and as it had been designed by a former teammate from the Marine Corps, Finn would never have been able to afford the thing on his own. And he already knew that boredom for Jackson resulted in trouble.

“What are you doing here?” Finn asked again.

“If you really want to have this conversation being…nearly naked.”

Finn dropped his arm as he turned around. “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Why would I leave when I came to talk to you?” Skinner’s voice trailed after him as Finn stomped into the bedroom.

He knew that Skinner was close to Jackson, but Finn didn’t see how Skinner and Jackson had anything in common. They were so different from each other. Skinner was serious and never smiled. Jackson was a prankster and Finn had rarely seen him without a smile. Even if it was the fake smile that Jackson let most of the world see. Finn had been able to learn that Jackson’s real smile was soft and his dark eyes shone when he was truly happy. He wondered if any of Jackson’s friends got to see the real Jackson.

Quickly, he pulled on a pair of jeans before finding a T-shirt on top of the dresser. He made sure all the important parts were covered before he shoved the gun in the back waistband of his jeans. Not that he thought Skinner was there to hurt him, but it was concerning that a hitman was waiting for him in his living room.

Finn tried to ignore what Jackson and his friends were into, but rumors flew around town and Finn had a lot of friends in both the underworld and high-powered positions. He knew enough to know that he didn’t want to know more. Although thinking that phrase was rather odd.

He returned to the living room to see that Skinner hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t even flinched when Finn had held a gun on him. Yeah, Skinner was a weird one. Finn was also now worried about Jackson, because he was the only reason Skinner would approach him.

“Is Jackson okay?” Finn asked. He sat on the couch across from Skinner with his stomach in knots. His fingers itched to grab his phone and call Jackson to hear his voice. To know that he was fine.

“Jackson is…Jackson.”

Okay, that was clear as mud. “Meaning?”

“He is currently being Jackson.”

Frustrated, Finn ran his hand on the back of his bald head. “Skinner.”

“Do you love him?” Skinner asked without preamble.

What the fuck? “That’s not really any of your business.” Finn wasn’t going to say the words to Skinner before he even said them to Jackson.

“Do you wish you lose him?”

This was fucking ridiculous. “Is. Jackson. Okay.”

“He was the last time I saw him,” Skinner replied. “On a Harley as he headed out of town.”

“He…what? He bought a Harley? And he’s leaving?” Finn’s stomach rolled. He was too late.

“He didn’t even have a damn helmet on,” Skinner muttered, but it seemed more to himself.

“Where is he?” Finn rose. He needed to act. He had to find Jackson. Finn didn’t care if he had to race across the country. He would bring Jackson home.

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