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I pulled my hand away and touched the pendant of my necklace. “Jake, there’s something I have to tell…”

Suddenly, his phone rang. He answered the call.

“Yeah, George?”

I didn’t know who George was or what he was saying, but Jake nodded.

“I’ll be there in five minutes. I have something to tell the guys, anyway.”

Then he ended the call.

I rubbed my arm. “Do you have to go to your tattoo studio?”

“No. That was George. He works at Billie’s bar. There are quite a lot of members of Black Storm there right now. They want to talk to me about something.”

“Oh.” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “So, are you going to drop me off at the house? I don’t think I can drive after what just happened.”

“I’ll drive, but I was wondering if you wanted to come to Billie’s instead. She’s been wanting to meet you.”

My eyebrows arched. “Really?”

“But only if you feel okay, of course. I understand if you’d rather go home and rest.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. I’d love to meet Billie and the rest of Black Storm.”

Jake chuckled. “You might not feel the same way afterward.”

I shrugged. “Besides, I could use a drink.”

Jake nodded. “You can put all your drinks on my tab.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh, and we can talk there. You were going to tell me something before George called?”

I waved my hand. “Oh, it’s nothing.”

I didn’t feel like telling him about my secret anymore.

“I’m just glad that you’re okay now,” I added as I grabbed my helmet. “Shall we go?”

Chapter Eight

Wade

What was Lauren doing here?

I felt my frustration simmer as I watched her sitting at a table with some members of Black Storm, listening to their stories and laughing with them. What on earth could those old men say that she’d find so funny?

“What’s the matter with you?” George’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You look even more like a sourpuss than usual.”

I turned to face the bar. “Pour me a glass of whiskey.”

“No.” Jake slid into the stool next to mine. “I need you to bring Lauren home.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh. Is that why you called me here?”

He didn’t answer. He just signaled to George, asking for his helmet and his gloves, which he usually stashed under the counter.

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