“She counts as part of Matthew’s murder. It was a group urge, maybe cluster. Like puking. Do you count each upheaval individually? Or collectively as a group?” I realized what I’d done the second I closed my mouth. “And I will?—”
“Relax, killer. I’m not gonna answer them so those two don’t count.”
“I hope you know I’m not gonna play nice just because you are.”
“I had no doubt.”
After several moments of silence, he said, “It’s your turn.”
“Oh, right. Why are Cooter and Pocket in prison?”
“That’s club business.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “If that’s supposed to mean something to me, it doesn’t.”
“Club business isn’t discussed with anyone other than the members of the club.”
“I see. It’s biker-speak for mind your own business, which translates to taking the fifth in this game, so I get another question.”
“You don’t play well with others.”
“I never said I did. Now hush while I think of another question.” I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds from the storm raging outside, but I fell asleep before I came up with another question.
CHAPTER 21
KALANI
“Okay, let’s not let that happen again,” I groaned as I climbed out of the bathtub. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Hour and a half,” Sugar answered from the living room.
“Damn.” I’d hoped it had been longer. I’d been in prison, so I could handle being trapped inside for more than a few days, but that was when I had my own stuff. Being trapped at someone else’s house was maddening, and it’d only been a few hours.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need something to do. I can’t just sit here. I don’t even have my phone to play with.”
He got up and looked outside. “Come on. We’ll go over to the clubhouse and see what’s going on. Maybe we can play a game of pool.”
“Oooh! Darts!”
“You? Throwing sharp objects? No fucking way.”
“You have trust issues.”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
I shrugged. “I guess that makes sense. You’ve been stabbed by people you know more than once.”
He narrowed his eyes.
“What? Too soon?”
“Go.”
I waited for a break in the rain before I ran across the breezeway and down the stairs. “You guys should fix this. It’s a hazard for the older members.”
“Not an issue. The top floor is me, Bush, Bunch, and Pie. We’re all under forty.”
