Page 54 of Wild Bliss

Wyatt pulled it out and slid the card from the envelope. Itwas a birthday card. The kind you would buy for a kid. There was a puppy with ahat on decorating the cover.

Wyatt opened the card.

Happy belated birthday, brother. Need you to figure outsome of the accounting stuff you left behind. Turns out the new guy can’t getinto a couple of the accounts. I tried to see you last night but you weren’thome, and my bike won’t take me up the mountain you’re living on. So I’ll sendsomeone by tonight. Make sure you’re available. We can do this the hard way orthe easy way. Tell Sawyer I said hi.

Wayne

He was screwed, and he wasn’t about to take Sabrina downwith him.

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Sawyer looked at the card and managed to stifle the growl hefelt in the back of his throat.

Those fuckers had come into his bar? They’d thrown hischairs around and helped themselves to the emergency cash? They werethreatening his friend?

“You do something with the accounts?” Sawyer knew Wyatt hadbeen trained to take care of the club money. It would be an excellent—ifdangerous—way to fuck with them.

“No,” Wyatt said quickly. “I would never touch a dime of it.It’s all coated in blood. I didn’t take any money from the club, and I didnothing to hinder their use of the accounts. When I left I didn’t want anyexcuse for my brother to come after me.”

“But you did something.”

“Nothing he could know about,” Wyatt replied, and his jawfirmed stubbornly. “Please don’t ask me about it. I made promises.”

So this had something to do with his conscience. Likely he’dhelped someone his brother would have a problem with. Sawyer could understand.“What do you want to do?”

“I want to wake up and it’s two days ago and it’s stillsnowing,” Wyatt said.

Sabrina would still be in bed, and he could curl himselfaround her. They would make love to her and then tease her about all the sexysounds she made, and Sawyer would lay his head on her chest and listen to herheartbeat while she ran her fingers through his hair.

He wouldn’t touch her again. She’d made herself plain. Oncethe weekend was done, she would be with the man who wanted a relationship withher. Not with Sawyer.

And now he had proof right in front of him. Proof he’d beenright all along. The Horde wasn’t finished with Wyatt. “I’m afraid time travelisn’t in the cards today. So we have to figure out what our options are.”

“I call my brother and tell him I’ll come home,” Wyattoffered. “I’ll do the job and then we’ll be done.”

“I don’t think it’s going to work. Do you even know his cellnow?” If Wayne Kemp hadn’t changed his habits, he would discard his personalphone every couple of weeks.”

“I can call the clubhouse. The number never changes,” Wyattsaid resolutely.

“Okay. You can, but I think your brother came into town fora reason.” Wyatt wasn’t thinking straight. He was panicking, and Sawyer neededto bring him back to reality if they were going to get through this without anyof the cleaning problems the sheriff had mentioned. “He wants to let you knowhe can still get to you. Can still get to me.”

“Then I’ll leave,” Wyatt offered.

Sawyer sighed. “And he’ll send in his boys to beat the shitout of me until I tell them where you’ve gone.”

“You won’t know,” Wyatt promised.

“Look, dude, I love a good time as much as the next guy, andwhile it’s been a while since I got the shit kicked out of me, I’m older nowand I don’t think I’ll heal up as well as I used to. So how about we don’t.”He’d hoped to never be touched by this life again, but here he was. Wyattneeded to be reasonable. Unless he was willing to go off the grid and hide, hisbrother could find him.

Wyatt’s hands came down on the desktop, disrupting thenormally orderly desk. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Sawyer felt for him. Wyatt had done everything he could. Hewas enjoying the simple life. He should be able to, but fate could fuck a guyover, and this was precisely why he couldn’t have a relationship with Sabrina.She might be mean, but once she saw what their lives could be like at times,she would run the other way. And she would be right to. She should be safe, andshe would never be safe with either of them.

Although it wasn’t like he himself had been sticking hisfingers into the MC pie recently. He’d gotten out, and Wyatt was his onlyconnection. He’d managed to get a reputation for not allowing criminal shit tohappen in his bar. He got a lot of bikers in, but there was a reason outlaw MCscalled themselves one percenters. Most motorcycle clubs consisted of dudes wholiked riding around with their friends and seeing the country in a way youcouldn’t from a car. They were dads and brothers, and lately moms and sistersand businesspeople who thought riding a Harley was a walk on the wild side.

He probably should think about adding champagne to the menu.He’d had a group of women come through a couple of weeks before who’d asked formimosas.

His clientele was changing.

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