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Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
Ashley shakes her head. “I hate to do this, but I actually need to head out. I have dinner plans with a friend.”
“Of course,” Maggie says as she stands.
I open my mouth to tell her to cancel her plans but stop when I catch Maggie glaring at me so I wisely keep my mouth shut.
“Can I leave you my number? It’s really important that I talk to him,” Maggie says.
“Sure.”
Maggie follows her into the kitchen and comes back a minute later.
“Thank you once again. You didn’t have to let us in or hear me out, but I appreciate it,” Maggie tells her.
“Of course. I’ll pass on your number when he calls. I hope you find your friend.” Ashley looks up at me. “And your sister.”
“Thank you,” I say gruffly.
Maggie and I head outside.
As we put on our helmets, I watch Ashley back out of her driveway. She waves as she passes by.
“Do you think he will call?” Maggie asks.
“I hope so. In the meantime, all we can do is wait.”
“I hate waiting,” she grumbles as she gets onto the bike behind me.
“You and me both.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
MAGGIE
The visit didn’t yield what we wanted it to, but it was still a good visit. I think I was able to calm the girl so she would actually help us get in touch with Asher.
I only wish the man would have reached out by now.
Still, the visit wasn’t a complete bust. I did get to ride the entire way with my arms wrapped around Calloway on the back of his bike. I never thought I would be one of those girls who would enjoy this type of thing, but I am. I so am.
He even bought me my own jacket and helmet to ride on his bike. He promised me he would never crash intentionally but outfitted me so that if we do, I am as protected as I can be. The hard-shell vest I have on feels a bit weird, but I appreciate the comfort. I don’t really mind the leather chaps on my legs covering my jeans, though. Makes me feel like a badass biker.
We are on our way back, Calloway taking it slow as we maneuver through the dark back roads.
That’s when I hear it. Another bike is behind us. I glance over, but I’m barely able to see it.
It could be a civilian, as I’ve learned they are called. Or it could be another brother.
I focus back on Calloway, not worrying about it.
I should have worried about it.
