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Her eyes widened. "That's a little hard to do."

Chapter 7

Twyla

Twyla's heartbeat filled the silence. She set the pistol on the kitchen counter. There was no use for the weapon. If Whip wanted to hurt her, he had two prior opportunities.

She cocked her head, hearing the police sirens in the neighborhood. "What did you do?"

"Not a damn thing." He walked into the living room and closed the curtains.

The tension he carried in his shoulders eased, fully hidden from the cops, he inhaled deeply. She studied him carefully. For how much she'd witnessed Big take on the duties of Cusclan Motorcycle Club and how he'd distance her to keep her oblivious to their activities, Whip had thrust her into whatever he was doing by coming here and seeking her out.

The fact that he involved her scared her more than if she remained clueless.

Angie was the one involved with a Tarkio member, not her. She wanted nothing to do with bikers from any club.

Yet, Whip kept showing up out of the blue. The fact that she had never seen him before until she tried to get away from Big concerned her.

"You can't stay here." She folded her arms in front of her. "I don't want to be involved in anything you've done."

"Too late for that." He walked over to the fridge, opened the door, and pulled out a can of beer.

"H-how did you know there was beer in there?" Her spine stiffened. "You can't help yourself to what's in the fridge."

"It's not yours." He looked at the can, then downed half the contents. "These were left by Ringtail."

"How do you know?"

He looked at the drink in his hand. "Coors."

Irritated, she paced the area in front of the couch. "So, getting to stay in this house wasn't a split-second bit of charity from one sister to another. This is a Tarkio house?"

"Hell, no." He looked around the room. "But I'll use it."

"You can't—"

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