Page 114 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Surgeon

“All black. Like spies.” I turned to look at her, and that’s when I realized Nadine was wearing a black body suit and black tennis shoes with those wedge-type heels that were supposed to work out your calves or something.

“Carmen made me get rid of all my black clothing that wasn’t formal. Should I wear an evening dress?”

Nadine gave me a look, her hands on her hips. “Jelly Pinkoe. All you wore from the time we was in seventh grade until about a year and a half ago was black. You can’t tell me you don’t got any of thatshit leftover.”

Nadine’s grammar suffered in times of stress. It had never been her strong suit, but Madeline and Lonnie Maitland pretty much beat it out of her before she married Reynolds.

“I think I probably hid a few things from her. I’ll be back.” I ran through the house, remembering a few things I’d actually bought recently since Carmen could no longer veto my clothing choices. Good thing I had stocked the beach house well with things I might want to wear while here.

Paolo and I almost fell over each other we were working so hard to get changed quickly. We hurried back out to where they were waiting for us.

“This okay?” I gestured to my cold weather black workout gear and Paolo’s hoodie and joggers combo.

“Perfect. Let’s go. I’ll tell you everything on the way over there.”

“Over where?” I asked as I crawled in the back seat of the SUV. Byron was driving and Reynolds was sitting up front with him. It was me, Nadine, and Paolo in the back seat.

“Gray Bones Motorcycle Club.”

I gasped. “What the hell? In Shitty Wilkins?”

“Yes.” Nadine nodded emphatically.

“But they’re…”

“Stone cold killers?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I know. That’s why we’re all dressed like this.”

I took in Byron and Reynolds’ garb as well. They also could pass for spies. At least the movie version of spies.

I looked out the window and thought about how late it already was. It was going to be around three in the morning when we got there. “What exactly are we doing?”

“We’re going to rescue my little sister.”

“You’re going to have to back things way up and tell me about this sister. I know she’s not your mama’s.”

“Goodness, no.” Nadine sighed. “It’s crazy. Mama called me a couple of days ago. Apparently, my daddy didn’t die right after he left us and went to Shitty Wilkins. He got marriedagain, even though he was already married to Mama, and had another kid. Her name’s Jessica Fletcher.”

“Oh, did her mama get remarried?” I knew Nadine’s daddy’s last name was Walker.

“No. Her full name is Jessica Fletcher Walker.”

Paolo and I exchanged a look.

“Wait. Is that like Jessica Fletcher fromMurder, She Wrote?” I asked.

“Exactly. That was her mama’s favorite show. Anyway, my daddy did eventually up and die, leaving Jessica Fletcher and her mama broke. So, when she was eighteen, she found out the Gray Bones MC had a strip club out behind their clubhouse.” She looked at me. “It’s apparently members-only, just like Sugar and Cayenne.”

Reynolds snorted. “Please tell Nico and Carmen that.”

Nadine rolled her eyes. “Okay, notjust likethe Salazar gentleman’s clubs. It’s actually pretty sketchy. You know how we had a choice about working the VIP rooms?”

I nodded.

“Well, these girls don’t. And Jessica Fletcher is, um, their top earner.” She got tears in her eyes. “Anyway, her mama saw in the paper where I’d married Reynolds a while back, and she thought maybe I could help, seeing as how Jessica Fletcher is my half-sister and all.”