Page 38 of Chaos

When I push into the office of the owner, I know I’ve stumbled on the right spot.

The schedule is hanging on the wall.

Perfect. Now I know exactly when she’ll be back.

I take a quick picture with my phone and slip back out.

Working my way past a dressing room and some sort of prop storage, I finally find the exit.

A dark sedan speeds by, but I catch a glimpse of the driver in the yellow streetlight.

It’s her.

She ducks her head and doesn’t hit her brakes before peeling out into the road.

If Sofia thinks she’s going to get away from me again, she’s going to learn just how stubborn I can be.

My bike is parked against the far curb. Racing over, my helmet is barely on before I’m gunning the engine to follow her through the darkness.

All of my lights stay off until I catch up.

If she wants to run from me, I want to see where she’s heading.

Twisting and turning through the streets of Vegas, it isn’t hard to hang back far enough and still keep her in my sights.

She finally slows down and turns into an older subdivision filled with Spanish villa apartments.

The lights are already on in the room she enters.

Who the hell is that with her? Another shadow crosses in front of the window. Tall, thin, and long-haired.

A roommate.

I know where she lives and her schedule.

There’s no getting away from me this time.

TWENTY-ONE

SOFIA

Maeve pulls her arms up to frame her face in a big yawn.

“I feel ya, baby girl.” It’s a perfect morning to stay in bed late and wish that yesterday didn’t happen.

Of all the clubs in the entire world for Jax to end up in, it had to be mine. But for him to be there with Brody confuses everything.

Slumping back against the pillow, I try to fit everything together, but none of it makes sense.

If Jax and Brody aren’t friends, how did they both wind up at the club? If they are friends, why was Jax so quick to knock Brody out?

That will forever go down as one of my all-time favorite memories.

Well, second to the moment Maeve was born. I scoop up my sleeping baby and lay her in her crib before heading to the kitchen to make coffee.

“Morning. Your phone has been going nuts. Gil texted me to see if you were around. I told him you were sleeping.” Anna hands me a steaming cup with a half-frown. “You came home early last night. Is everything okay?” She pulls her yoga mat from the rack and unrolls it while watching me.

“Everything that could go wrong, did.” I slide onto the high stool and wrap my fingers around the hot mug. “They were both there.” My sigh ruffles a maroon lock of hair.

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