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“What would happen?” I ask, suddenly afraid for an entirely different reason.

Viking tips his head back and looks at the sky for a moment before locking his eyes on mine. “I’m going to follow you to the clubhouse. Until we figure out what’s going on with these notes, you’re staying with me.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Viking.”

“And I’m not going to, not right now.” He reaches through the window and cups my cheek. “We can talk about this later, once you’re safe, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

He leans in and smacks a kiss on my lips. “I’ll be right behind you.”

He starts back to his bike, but before I can get my window up, I hear my name being called. I shift my gaze to the front of my vehicle and see Jeff standing there.

“I was shouting your name, but you didn’t hear me over the hormones rushing in your ears,” he say, his tone smug.

Did he leave the note?

No, he couldn’t have. It was the customer at the bar that said the words from the first note.

“What do you want, Jeff?”

“You better have a damn good reason for talking to her.”

Viking and I speak at the same time, and I glare at him. I can handle this.

“What do you want?” I ask again.

“I wanted to apologize again for scaring you last week. Honestly, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine.” Deciding to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak, I lift the paper still

clutched in my hand. “Did you leave this on my car for me?”

Jeff’s forehead wrinkles in confusion. “What is it?”

I thrust it out the window to show him. He scans the short note, and frowns.

“Someone’s threatening you?” he asks.

“And I’m handling it,” Viking snarls.

Ignoring him, Jeff goes on. “You should take this to the police, Makayla. There are crazy people in the world.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it.”

“If there’s anything I can do, let me know.”

“Thanks, Jeff. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. I know I can be a dick, but I’m not a bad guy. And I really am sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s fine.”

Viking growls from his position a few feet away, and Jeff rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.”

He walks away, and I lean out the window. “What the hell, Viking?”

“I don’t like him,” he says, his tone surly.

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