Page 68 of Snared Rider

“Right.” She grins briefly before her expression morphs into a frown. “How come you’re here and not at your dad’s house resting?”

I scowl. I can’t help myself.

“Because Logan needs to be here and I need to be with Logan apparently.”

Oh, and don’t I sound bitter?

Her look is knowing. “Your dad is freaked out?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, I guess that’s understandable. You’re Jack’s only daughter and you got hurt because of Club problems.”

“Club problems no one seems to want to disclose to me, even though I was the one getting rammed off the road and shot at.” The latter is an exaggeration. The gunman’s sole focus was Dean, which makes Logan babysitting me all the more annoying.

Clara’s brow draws together and her voice is sharp when she says, “You and Dean where shot at?”

Oh crap.

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