Page 51 of Rogue's Path
“I think so. She was…I don’t know, believable. And cute. I would have asked her out, but it felt like taking advantage of her inebriated state.”
That’s why I didn’t ask Peaches out. But now, this game of ours is fun. I’d have been down at Ivy Café these last two days kissing her if it wasn’t for all the club business.
“Makes sense. What do you want to do now?”
Bear wants to find the girl, just like I want to find Peaches. Or at least know her name. Why hasn’t she told me?
That woman keeps me guessing. Kissing her tomorrow…
“I want to find her.”
Same.
“Make sure she’s okay.”
More like make sure she isn’t mad at me for ghosting her.
“Then take care of her problem or ask her out. Probably both.” Bear facial hair moves…he’s probably smiling. You never can quite tell.
Asking Peaches out sounds like a good idea. Just as soon as she tells me her name.
Why is she being so secretive?
“Go find her and report back.” Like Havoc was going to say anything else.
“Then can I have it?” Bear steps forward, holding a hand out.
“Huh?” Havoc tips his head to the side.
“The dossier. The one with the pictures of all the women. That you got from the Deathadders.”
“There were only two pictures.” Havoc reaches into his desk, pulling out the file. “You better hope she’s not in there, because if Maddox or Vex think you’re trying to steal their women…”
No woman is worth their rage.
Havoc flips open the file. They’d certainly be a beautiful death, but I’d take Peaches over either of them.
Bear shakes his head. “Nope, she’s not there. Could you reach out and get some names or pictures?
“I’ll try, but neither of those two is very friendly when it comes to that. They might cave because she’s in danger.” Havoc doesn’t look convinced.
I’m not either. The rantings of a drunk woman are rarely trustworthy.
“If they won’t help you, I’ll start searching for her.”
Bear’s persistent. He’ll keep looking until he finds her. If Peaches ran away, I might set him on her trail. Though what fun would that be? I’ll find her myself.
“Understood. We’ll help in any way we can.”
Which means the club will wade in if there’s trouble.
As if we don’t already have enough of that.
Bear nods and leaves.
Havoc swings his chair around. “Do you think this woman has a stalker?”
“Most likely not. She was probably drunk and thought someone was following her around. Which we know wasn’t true.” Paranoid drunks are no fun.
