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“Want to tell me what you and cap have planned? Please tell me we aren’t here to extract info from your mate? Tell me you’re not stupid enough to think they’ll attack her here?”

Brock could feel the stupid grin spread over his face. He couldn’t wait to get revenge for what some of the people from Breakaway did to Sammy. “You know what’s going on. I’m hoping we might learn where Greg is. I hope that some of them will slip up if they see her here with us.”

Kegen nodded. “All I’m saying is good luck, ‘cos I have a sister. She may not be my mate, but I know if I did what you’re doing to Sammy to her, she would gut me like a fish. It’s worse for you because when you tell Slater there is no way he will miss this. He’ll close his restaurant, and he might kill you.”

“Fuck. I know. But I need to know who said what and why Sammy wasn’t protected when she came in and asked for help.”

“This is going to end badly tonight. I don’t know what’s come over the cap to do this. I still think this is a bad idea.” Kegon’s gaze narrowed in on him, and Brock knew his partner worried about how this would affect his relationship with Sammy.

“I can’t move on until I know what the hell happened. How could they treat Sammy like they did, and how on earth did they not know a serial killer was among them? I know there are shifters among them. Something’s not right.”

Kegon groaned. “Crap. I really don’t want to do this, but if this will help you move on and feel better, I’ll help and do what I can.”

Brock nodded and went to a quiet spot to call Slater.

Chapter Nine

Sammy walked into the kitchen to see a young dark-haired girl and an older graying woman cutting up potatoes.

“Hi.” They both stopped what they were doing to stare at her. “I’m Sammy, Brock’s girlfriend. I was wondering if you need any help?”

The younger of the two looked her up and down. “Do you really want to help?”

“Um … yes. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”

The older woman smacked her daughter on the hand. “Lena, don’t be rude.”

“Mum, there are over fifteen women out there, and Sammy is the only one who means it when she’s offered. I know Jude’s and Kene’s wives are pregnant, and Belinda and Holly offered, but they didn’t really mean it. The rest of the women are badge bunnies and probably are too busy fawning over the men.”

Sammy loved Lena instantly. She reminded her of Sandy, not afraid to speak her mind. “What can I do to help? Do you have another chopping board? And I can do a salad. I’ll cut some lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes.”

“Thank you, Sammy, that would be wonderful. I’m Gretel, and this,” Gretel pointed to the dark haired beauty. “Is Lena, my daughter.” Gretel walked around the kitchen and gathered up ingredients, a knife, bowl, and a chopping board. She placed them on a clear part of the kitchen top. “I think we’ll only need one salad. These boys don’t really eat it, and most of the women won’t eat.”

Sammy walked to her station and started cutting her ingredients. It was quiet in the kitchen for a good five or minutes before Lena sighed.

“Okay, I’m dying to know how you met Brock and how on earth a tiny thing like you isn’t terrified of him. I bet even in the heels you’re wearing you only just come to his massive shoulders. Don’t get me wrong. Brock is gorgeous, but in a dangerous ‘I’ll kill you if you step one foot wrong’ kind of way.”

“Lena.” Gretel gasped at her daughter.

“What? I just asked what you were thinking as well, Mum.”

Sammy laughed, enjoying the mother-daughter banter. “It’s fine, Gretel. I’ll answer. I meet Brock through my friend Susie, and one of my best friends, Sandy, just married Brock’s brother.”

“Oh my God, you’re friends with Sandy? I love her. I think she is awesome. She handles two handsome men.”

“So does Susie. It seems to be a thing with the Bear family.”

Lena’s eyes widened. “No way. You are with two?”

“Lena!” This time Gretel shouted.

Sammy thought it safe to tell because they didn’t seem to mind Sandy’s little family. “Yes. I’m with Brock and Slater, who is Brock’s cousin.”

“Wow. They’re not together, are they?”

Sammy chuckled. “No, not at all. It’s like Sandy’s relationship, except I’m not pregnant, engaged, or married. It’s still new. They have been asking me out for almost a year, but I just got out of a bad relationship and needed time to heal.”

She watched both women, and Sammy could tell Gretel already knew most of what she’d just said, but Lena hadn’t.

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