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My brows pinched. “So you’ve been around all weekend but haven’t seen her since Friday?”What the fuck?She always helped Mama Hen with food and tidying up the clubhouse. She knew I’d be at work yesterday and it was easy enough to avoid me if she was laying low. Was she so upset that she hadn’t left the room?

“I gotta go.” I turned and power walked back to the clubhouse and headed to the bunny rooms. They were cramped but had beds for them and bathrooms they shared. The way Lacy was in the morning, I couldn’t imagine how she was handling sharing that small space with so many women.

I banged on the first door but opened it without waiting for an answer. A lamp was on but it was still not well lit. A couple of girls sat up in bed with sleepy eyes and one popped her head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from her mouth, but she grinned, moved her head back to the bathroom and the water ran before she stepped out.

“Hey, Eagle. Looking good,” the brunette said as the towel wrapped around her fell.

“Y’all seen Lacy?” I asked, then ground my teeth. Her naked tits did nothing but annoy me. They were fake as fuck. Lacy’swere real and they were perfect for my hands.

The brunette rolled her eyes then casually walked closer, “Nope. But when you get tired of looking, I’ll be around.” She brushed her ass over my jeans, right against my cock. He twitched from the touch, but I adjusted and left the room with a slam to the door.

Walking across the hall, I didn’t bother knocking and swung the door open. “Lacy? Lacy?” I walked to the bunks and garnered a few squeals and giggles as I pulled covers down only to find sleepy bunnies, no Lacy.

Sugar opened the bathroom door and was dressed, thankfully. “Lacy’s not here.” She leaned on the door frame, but didn’t seem to be trying to entice me like the other girl.

“Well where is she?”

Sugar shrugged one shoulder then stood. “Don’t know. But,” she said with an eye roll, “Daisy probably does.” They had a little beef recently. Sugar had been trying to get Falcon’s attention for a while, so she didn’t take well to Daisy. But it wasn’t long before Daisy shut that down and Sugar has left him alone ever since.

“Thanks.” I slammed the door again on my way out. Daisy’s her best friend but I assumed she was on the property and didn’t want to speak to Daisy if I didn’t have to. She was snarky enough yesterday. But Sugar was right. If anyone knew, it would be her.

Stomping down the hall, I banged on Falcon’s door. After several more times and no answer I tried the door. I was VP and I’d pull rank if I had to. This was an emergency. But it was empty. Leaning in just to be sure but finding nothing, I shouted, “Fuck,” before I slammed that door and stormed down the hall back to the bar.

Rushing back down, I ran to the kitchen and the swinging door flew open and Mama Hen dropped what was in her hands,sending her jumping and yelping. “Dammit, Eagle. I almost took out my toe!” She huffed then leaned down to grab a large knife and fork. Holding it up in my direction she said, “Watch yourself, son.”

I threaded both hands through my hair. “Sorry. I just can’t find Lacy and I need to talk to herrightnow.”

Mama Hen laid the utensils down and gave me a thin-lipped grin as she walked over and grabbed my shoulders. “Sorry, hon. I haven’t seen her today.”

Needing some kind of grounding, I pulled her close and hugged her tight. “Sorry I scared you. If you see her, tell her I need to talk to her and to come find me. Okay?”

“Sure thing, hon.”

After I let her go, I walked back outside and tried three times to call Falcon, then sent him two texts with no replies.Where the hell was everyone?

Chapter 12

Lacy

Saturday was awful. I’d spent the whole day in my new bedroom. It was like being at a cute country inn, or at least what I’d imagine one would be like. After a quick stop toWaffle House Friday night so Jeannie could soak up her booze with a waffle and bacon, I drove us back to her house. It was about twenty minutes from the clubhouse and off a little side road. The house wasn’t in a neighborhood and the homes were spaced apart. Like she said, it wasn’t a giant house, but it was a cute little ranch-style home with a nice flat yard.

It was dark when we arrived, but the porch light was on, and I noticed some little planters in the small area. She had briefly given me a tour, but the tears I couldn’t get to stop just blurred everything. It smelled good, though, like clean linens. The clubhouse smelled like stale beer, cigarettes, and leather most of the time, so I took a little comfort in being here where it was quiet, cozy, and girly. Although, I had gotten used to the smells at the clubhouse.

Jeannie showed me the room I could sleep in, and I was surprised to find it had a small bathroom with a toilet and shower/tub combo. It was about the size of the one in Eagle’s room, but it had a feminine touch as well.

The bed was a queen size with a beautiful hand-sewn patch quilt and fluffy pillows. It even had a dresser and a closet with room to hang up clothes once I got a full wardrobe. It was like a cute little fairy-tale space. So warm and inviting. The mattress was like a cloud and the curtains were a pretty, light shade, but as I learned from not leaving the room all day yesterday, they kept the sun out very well.

Jeannie brought me a gallon of water, an actual gallon with a handle, as well as a few snacks throughout the day, but didn’t press me to get up or talk. She did give me a few silent hugs and I freely sobbed on her shoulder. But other than that, she left me to my wallowing.

Even though the curtains were great at keeping the light out, they weren’t full on black-out curtains and when the difference of light shone in when the sun rose, my eyes fought to open. I rubbed a day of crying off before they finally cracked open, and I let out a heavy sigh. I felt somewhat refreshed. Still sad, but no more tears seemed to be hiding just under the surface.

My stomach growled and I rolled over to see it was nine. That was late for me to sleep. At least it had been recently. Once I started working again, I’d likely be up around that time. I often functioned off six or so hours of sleep. Leaning up and throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stood and stretched. I had only gotten up twice the day before to pee and now my bladder was screaming at me.

I cha-cha’d to the bathroom so I didn’t leak and made it in time. Once I was moving, the cloud that had fogged my mind the day before was lifting. I decided to take a shower and try to washyesterday away. After I cleaned up, I stayed under the spray.

Leaning my head back into the hot stream of water, I closed my eyes and immediately saw Eagle’s smiling face. His dark hair was tucked behind his ears, the scruff on his face was a few days old, the way I loved it, and his brown eyes seemed to melt into me. A lump formed in my throat and my lip trembled. Fresh tears filled my eyes so I turned, letting the water run over my face.

I didn’t try to fight the sobs. Maybe if I could get it all out of my system, I could move on faster. Right now, I couldn’t imagine how I’d do it. All I could do is hope.

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