Page 34 of Griz's Edge

“Was on the road heading back to the clubhouse. Saw all the traffic and the fire, we wanted to know what the hell was going on. Saw you standing here and had to get to you.”

That’s sweet.

“We need to get her checked out,” another guy says softly from next to him. “Ambulance is pulling up now.”

“Right,” Griz mutters, releasing me only to guide me farther away from the wreckage and toward the ambulance. “Let’s get you checked, sweets.”

I simply nod, but my gaze is drawn back to the wreckage.

“My car,” I murmur softly.

“Don’t worry about that right now, baby,” Griz says just as gently.

“But . . .”

“Marley, sweets, let’s just worry about you getting looked over right now. We’ll talk about your car later.”

“Okay.” I nod as one of the paramedics rushes toward us.

Griz lets me go so they can look me over, though he doesn’t move too far away. He stays close, and I appreciate him for doing just that.

I don’t know what happened here today with my car. It freaks me out because it can’t be a coincidence that this would happen days after my house was broken into and the message was left for me on my dresser mirror. I guess whoever it was isn’t playing games with me after all.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

GRIZ

Not taking my eyes off Marley, I listen to my brothers murmuring beside me.

All I can think about is how I nearly lost Marley. I don’t know what happened for her to have not been in the car when it went up in a ball of fire, regardless, I’m glad she wasn’t. I’ll have to ask her about it once I’m able to get her out of here.

“Sniper’s on the way with his truck. He’ll take your bike to the clubhouse,” Shiner says, getting my attention.

I glance at him briefly before nodding and returning my focus to Marley.

“I got the prospect bringing the tow truck. Already told the officers we’ll take it in,” Lucky mutters. “They didn’t seem too happy about it, but I told them she’s one of ours. Only thing is they think of her as one of theirs as well.”

“What exactly does your woman do, Griz?” Scorn asks.

“She’s a process server, serves papers for the court clerks, frees up the deputies, and she’s a skip tracer,” I grumble my answer and frown, noticing Marley seeming to argue with the paramedic. I’m betting she’s refusing to go in to be furtherchecked out. “Someone broke into her house Friday while she was at the diner.”

“Why didn’t you call us about it?” Shiner demands.

Turning toward him, I give him the only answer I could. “Let’s just say Marley isn’t like other women. She walked into her broken in house, only room in disarray was the living room, and she says it was nothing more than child’s play.”

“Seriously?” Lucky snorts. “And how else is she different from other women?”

“She works with, well, she used to, two bounty hunters before she moved here. And she’s also hardheaded enough to look into something that happened years before she was even born.”

“What is she looking into?”

I shift a look to Scorn at his question. “I’ll fill y’all in on all of it later. I already asked Keys to go and redo her entire security system at her house this morning. I also asked him to see if he could make a copy of what she had in that box of letters. I didn’t get to read them all and wanted to have the chance to do that.”

“You think this could be related?” Shiner asks.

Nodding, I return my attention to Marley, who is hopping off the gurney. Guess she’s got the paramedic to relent and leave her alone. That or she’s just doing what she wants anyway.

“You should take her to the clubhouse,” Lucky suggests.

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