Barry looked over at the abandoned stool. “Paid her bill and left.”
Fuck.
He glanced back at the door where Cue was waiting. He ignored the brother and turned back to Barry. “She ever come in before?”
“No.” He shook his head and shrugged. “Thinking she’s from out of town. Don’t usually get women who look like that in here. Except in the strip club.”
Cross could back that claim. His mystery blonde was gorgeous. If her ass had been on that stage, she’d make mad cash, no doubt. But out of towner? She said she lived in Birch. This should’ve been considered a missed opportunity. It wasn’t as if he could act on anything tonight since they were riding out. It was a chance encounter with a random woman.Let it fucking go.It wasn’t as though Cross was short of women. He tapped his knuckles on the bar and grasped his jaw.Let her go.Or? Cypher could find anyone. The brother was a genius with everything techy. He only needed a name.
“Barry.”
The bartender glanced up from register.
“Give me her credit card receipt.”
It was illegal, stalkerish, and not an issue. Barry would give it up without a second thought. The bar fell under Killcreek territory. Barry might own it, but it was very much the MC’s bar.
Cross would be able to track her down. It may have seemed a little over the top, especially for him, but there was something about her he couldn’t quite shake.
“She paid in cash. Good tipper, too. Another thing I don’t usually see in here,” Barry grumbled.
Cross was back to square one. It shouldn’t have mattered. He could get a woman at the clubhouse. Hell, he could be sinking into one of the strippers in less than a minute if he wanted. And therein lay the problem. He didn’t wantanywoman. He wantedher.
“You ready, man?”
He glanced over, and Wraith had joined Cue at the door, waiting. As it stood, they were already running behind schedule. His mystery blonde would have to wait.For now.
“Yeah.”
Cross looked over at Barry.
“She comes in again, call me.”
Barry raised his brows and stood silent, waiting on an explanation. Cross wouldn’t be giving one.
“I have to repeat myself?” His tone was harsh with a hint of a threat.
Barry flinched. “No. I’ll call you.”
Cross gave a curt nod. As he met his brothers by the entrance, Cue smirked. He’d obviously overheard the conversation. It wasn’t like Cross to pursue any woman. He didn’t have to. On any given night at the clubhouse, he could have anyone he wanted.
Wraith gestured to the bar. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Cross said.
“That sweet little blonde didn’t look like nothing to me.”
Cross narrowed his gaze, giving Cue a clear warning.
“What blonde?” Wraith asked.
“Cross was making friends in the back hallway.”
Fucking asshole.
“I expect this bullshit from Gent. Not you.”
Cue shrugged, humor lacing his features. “I’ve been hanging with him a little more.”
