Page 15 of You're My Person - For Always

The last thing he wanted was to do another favor for his dad. He still hadn't recovered from the previous favor he helped Ridge Stafford with. Kenna was still avoiding him.

"Dad's been locked up for years. We need to find out if someone is staying in the cabin. The chick could've left a long time ago," said Zane.

"That would be just like him, hiding a woman away in a cabin so he wouldn't have to share her with the other members." Kingsley inhaled deeply. "He was always sneaking off, probably fooling around in private."

"Hopefully, we're not dealing with a dead body. Dad's been locked up for more than a decade. That's a long time for a woman to wait for him."

"I'll take one of the dirt bikes." Kingsley paused. "Never mind, I'll take one of the side-by-sides and see if Kenna wants to go with me."

"She's working at the bar."

"We won't be long." He walked out of the office, more confused than before by the new information they had received from their dad.

Smoker threw a football across the main room of the clubhouse. Kingsley intercepted it and tossed the ball back as he went out the front door. Outside, Bank walked with his girlfriend toward him. Stella carried their newborn in her arms.

"Hey." Smoker put his arm around his girlfriend. "Look who came to see me."

He peered at the baby and grinned. "Cute kid, brother."

"Thank fuck she looks like her mama, right?" Smoker laughed.

"You said that, not me." He slapped Smoker in the stomach. "I'll see you later. Take care of that family of yours."

He rode his Harley to the house and then walked over to the bar. Inside, half the tables were full. Wanting to take Kenna with him to check out the cabin was just an excuse to spend time with her.

Chapter Six

Kenna

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Kingsley stepped inside the bar, looked around, and headed toward the counter. Kenna focused on the flow of beer filling the mug, even though she'd spotted him the second he walked inside.

She shut off the tap and added the beer to the tray. "Rebecca? Drinks are ready."

"Thanks, sweets." Rebecca picked up the tray with ease and walked out onto the floor.

Kenna used the towel and wiped the drips from the drain grid. Without looking, she sensed Kingsley standing in front of her.

"Do you know what you'd like to order?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.

"You."

Her neck warmed. She refused to show him how needy she was for his attention. It'd been hell living at the house, knowing he slept under the same roof.

"Take a break and come with me."

"I can't. I'm working." She looked at his brown eyes and wished she hadn't.

Her chest hurt. The ache that dwelled inside of her grew each day she had to live without him.

"I'll clear it with Lori." He winked. "I'll even make sure you get paid."

"Kingsley, don't," she muttered, frowning.

He walked into the kitchen, not allowing her to tell him no. She walked to the back shelf, picked up the box of napkins, and refilled the two closest dispensers. The idea of going anywhere alone with Kingsley filled her with butterflies.

She half hoped he'd whisk her away and half dreaded spending time with him.

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