Page 73 of The Favor

“She’ll be here.” He said it, knowing it might be a lie. He could wait to come clean with her about the audio, but the longer he waited, the worse it would be. He’d explain it in a way she’d understand and forgive him. It was what he counted on.

Kase laughed, shaking his head. “Woulda thought you’d be the last one getting yourself wifed up around here.”

Trax grinned. “You saw her, man, she’s fucking gorgeous.” He folded his arms and paused. For as beautiful as she was, there was more to her beyond her outer beauty. He sighed. “Ya know what plays over in my head when I look at her?”

Kase cocked a brow.

“She was the last thing Mick saw before he died. Her voice telling him to hang on and be strong. It was the last sound he heard. She held his hand, man.” He smiled. “That shit she did for Mick, that’s who she is, just good and sweet. If I didn’t grab her, these assholes would be in line, fighting for a chance with her.” He raised his brows. “Am I right?”

Kase snickered, which was rare. “Yeah.”

Chapter Fourteen

She clung on tightly to Trax’s stomach as they made the sharp turn around the narrow bend. For the past two weeks, she’d ridden on the back almost daily and loved every minute of it. They had seen each other every day since the “kidnapping” as she liked to call it. They both had jobs and worked, but free time was spent together.

She caught some flak from Macy. For obvious reasons, she didn’t exactly condone the romance. Cheyenne tried her best to ignore the snide comments.

The Friday night party had been postponed. No one was happy about it, especially Trax. She assumed he was worried she would change her mind given more time to think. She wouldn’t. She had her concerns, but she trusted him. The sooner it was done, the sooner some of the guilt Trax carried would be gone. Or that was her hope.

She dodged all other invites to the clubhouse, and they spent their time at his place. He’d even offered space in his garage to house the products for their small business. It was the only silver lining, according to Macy. It would take more than a storage spot to win her over, and she wasn’t sure Trax even cared to try with Macy.

She may not have any interest in the club, but she jumped at the chance to go see Meg, Mick’s widow. There was something about her, an odd, eerie connection. Mick. When Trax mentioned stopping by, she asked to join him.

They pulled up to the small house at the corner. The grass needed a cut, and the trees needed to be trimmed back, but the house itself was in fairly decent shape. Trax pulled into the driveway and headed to the back to the detached garage. Two bikes were parked in front. As he parked and she dismounted, she caught sight of Rourke and Gage exiting the back door.

Cheyenne pulled off her helmet and then ran her fingers through her knotted strands.

“Gotta braid it.” The deep masculine voice surprised her, and she glanced over her shoulder at Rourke. There was no emotion behind his words. She hadn’t seen either man since the night when she’d been locked in the room.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said, drawing her gaze to the yard.

“How’s it going, Chey?” Gage came to stand in front of her with a smile. The man was gorgeous with his piercing blue eyes. His presence made her uncomfortable. They both did.

Trax had mentioned how close he was with all his brothers, especially Rourke and Gage. She knew if she was going to be a part of his life, these two would be in it. With her resistance to club parties, she hadn’t spent much time around them. Unfortunately, her encounters with Rourke and Gage had not been pleasant in the past.

“Good.” She felt Trax’s hand wrap around her waist and tug her into his side.

The men greeted each other and walked over to the small card table. Cheyenne grabbed a seat to pull out, but Gage’s words stopped her. “Babe, why don’t you head inside, go see Meg?”

His tone was polite, but she didn’t appreciate being dismissed. She waited for Trax to tell her to stay, but he didn’t. He lifted his chin toward the house. “Gotta talk to them about shit. Go see Meg.”

She stared back at him but didn’t move. Where was her option?

Trax lifted his chin. “Go ahead. You’d be bored listening to us.”

Rourke snorted.

“I don’t mind,” she said. She was challenging him. She really had no interest in anything they had to say, but she didn’t enjoy being dismissed.

“Chey,” Trax said, his eyes darkening. “Need you to go inside.”

Dismissed.

She furrowed her brows and stepped back when he leaned in for what she thought might be a kiss. He cocked his brow, and she turned quickly. She wasn’t going to kiss him when he’d obviously just dismissed her. Fuck that bullshit. She opened the door, letting herself in, and found Meg at the counter in her small, dated kitchen.

“Hey, girl.” Meg’s expression and excitement for seeing her gave just enough pause to keep her from going back outside and telling Trax to fuck off. Meg pulled her in for a hug.

“Heard you were coming. Let’s get some beers and go on the front porch.” Meg released her arms and went for the fridge.

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