Page 49 of One Last Chance

“That’s an unbelievable story,” I state. “How about your brother? Did you end up finding him?”

Tracker smiles at the mention of his brother and nods. “Yeah, I found him. My brothers helped me locate him. He’s now the president of his own club out in Vegas.”

“This all sounds so adventurous.”

Sophia smiles at me, then looks at Tracker. “It does, doesn’t it? I’m so glad his search brought him to Vixen Falls that day, or I would never have met him.” She leans in and kisses Tracker on his lips, and he places his hand at the back of her head keeping her there.

Feeling my cheeks flush at their intimacy, I can’t help but look over at Domenic. His eyes are on me, and I swallow hard at the hunger that’s evident in them.

When they finally separate, Sophia giggles and looks at us. “Sorry about that. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him. We can’t keep our hands off one another.”

“So, Ryan, then?”

Smirking, he replies, “Yup, name’s Ryan. Tracker’s my road name.”

Before Domenic can ask anything else, the waitress returns with our food and places it in front of us. Megan speaks up, and I feel guilty knowing I had totally forgotten that she was even here. She’s been so quiet, probably intrigued with Tracker’s story as are we all.

As we take a bite of our food, Megan looks at Tracker, frowning. “Um, what’s a road name?” She places a fork of risotto into her mouth, then waits for his reply.

“It’s my road name. We all are given road names when we join.”

“But why Tracker?”

“Well, the boys thought it suited me because I was ex FBI, and one of my skills is tracking down people when the club needs it. Hence the name Tracker.”

I raise my brows. “Why would you need to track down people?”

I feel a thump on my foot, and open my mouth to yell at Domenic for kicking me, but when I see the look in his eyes and the way he’s discreetly shaking his head, I stop.

Tracker laughs. “It’s all good. Let’s just say… it’s club business.”

“Club business?” I repeat.

Tracker nods. “Yeah, that’s right. I’ll just say this… there are some things that are better left unsaid.”

I take the meaning and decide to change the subject. “So, Tracker, are you coming out dancing with us tonight?”

“I wasn’t planning to. What about you, Domenic?”

Domenic cuts his steak, then sits back and takes a sip of his beer. Glancing at me then back to Tracker, he replies, “Wasn’t invited.” He turns back to me and takes another sip of his beer. Trying to ignore his sly comment, I turn to Tracker. “So, are you?”

“Yeah, maybe you girls just go, I’m beat from the ride up here. But Chloe?”

“Yes?”

“You look out for my girl. No man is to touch or even look at her. Her ass belongs to me, and what a fine ass it is.” Tracker kisses her again. Then when he stops, he looks at me. “If you run into any problems, I need you to call me.”

“Wow! Is it getting hot in here or what?”

I laugh at Megan as she grabs a napkin and fans herself. I have to admit, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard, and the way he cups the back of her neck and places a kiss on her forehead makes me melt that little bit more.

“Um… you wouldn’t happen to have any single biker friends, would you?”

We all blurt out laughing, including Domenic. “Oh, Megan, you’re too funny,” I say, and she looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. “What did I say? I’m seriously interested.”

Shaking my head, I continue to giggle.

“Sure. Some of my brothers don’t have an ol’ lady.”

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