Page 155 of On The Rocks

“That’s damn cool. Oh, sorry.”

She reached up and rubbed her thumb along my lower lip. “Sorry, ChapStick.” She turned around, leaning against me. “It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve seen far more interesting things than kissing.”

Baron grinned, then he met my gaze. “Yeah, she’s way too cool for you. I’ll take her off your hands.”

She snickered. “Coffee?”

“God, yes,” Baron said, following.

We climbed the stairs to the kitchen table. When the coffee was passed around, Baron sat forward, wrapping his hands around his mug. “So, Marc is in a rehab place in Washington.”

“What? You said he was fine.”

“I said he waskind offine. It’s not a drug rehab, brother. He broke both his legs in a motorcycle accident.”

“Jesus. I didn’t hear about it.”

“You wouldn’t. He’s checked in under an alias. And with a bodyguard.”

“What?” I pushed my mug away.

“Yeah, the cops wouldn’t put a guard on him, so Marc hired a guy to stay there while he’s an in-patient. He’s bionic at this point. Needed two knee replacements and a hip.”

Lennon reached for my hand and covered it.

It was hard to remember sometimes that we weren’t a unit anymore. The break had been complete after Irene’s stunt. It had been a long time coming, but I hadn’t expected what finally broke us, that was for sure.

“Why does he need a guard?”

“Because Irene tried to kill him.”

Shock had me dropping back in my seat. “The cops didn’t help?”

“They think it was just an accident, but Marc said it was on purpose.” He held up a hand when I started to talk. “I know Marc is a hot mess and out of control more than half the time, but I believe him.”

“Why?”

“Because he knows her better than any of us. Her and that damn Ducati.”

Lennon sat up straight. “Ducati?”

Baron nodded. “Yeah. She wears this black gear with?—”

“A hot pink stripe?”

Baron frowned. “Yeah.”

She turned to me. “That girl that tried to run me off the road, remember? Then she sat in my freaking common room in my apartment building. She had her stupid helmet on, but man, could it be her?”

“You’re lucky. She did that with Marc and threw a chain into his back tire, and he wiped out across a three-lane highway.”

I pulled Lennon’s chair closer to mine and rubbed her back. She leaned into me. “Did she do something to you too?”

“I can’t prove it, but some shit has happened on my ranch. But Montana isn’t Irene’s kind of place.”

“Why?” Lennon looked up at me. “How freaking crazy is this chick?”

I shook my head. “I told you what she did to me. To all of us.” I glanced at Baron, whose hands were fisted on the table.

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