Okay. He could go with that. And Con looked amazing on his bike. So he got to see that, at least.It just seems weird that Nolan wouldn’t talk to me.
He’s probably still at the house where you left him, love. So he was just relaying the message.
Maybe.Race had that itch, though. Something was up.
Con turned a corner ahead of him, but glanced back.You’re worried.
I have a feeling.
As soon as we get close, I’ll call War and Rye this way.
All right.He’d say he was just being silly, but he wasn’t. At all.
I never think you’re silly.
He believed that. Con had his back.
Thanks, Bear. I just have an itch, hmm?
I respect the itch. Okay, I can feel the brothers. Let me loop you in, War? Are we coming into a trap?
No. No, we just need to talk somewhere private, and I don’t want this rabbit in our territory.
Okay. We’re almost at the Hogg.
Race hoped that was true, but he wasn’t sure what was wrong with Robbie that War didn’t want him around.
That’s more that we don’t want predators following anyone in accidentally.
Ah, I see. Well, he’d be happy to move on, I bet,Race put in.
I think he’s waiting for his family to get here and take him home.
Good. We’re coming in.Con parked his bike, and Race followed his lead, the neon sign with the pig shining on themfrom above.
They nodded at the bouncer, and Con got a huge hug. He got a nod, but that was okay.
He wasn’t much of a hugger.
They headed inside, where a very tense Quin sat at the bar waiting for them.
Nolan hurried in right behind them.
“Sorry I went radio silence, Race. I was on my way here.”
“Do you know what’s going on?”
Nolan shook his head. “Not at all.”
“Okay.” He let Nolan link arms with him, and they moved to sit at the bar. “Spill it, Quin.”
“Robbie was telling me about his capture. I thought you needed to hear it.” Quin’s eyes were serious as hell.
“Well, here we are,” Con said, glancing at him, looking a little worried.
“Go on to the back. He’s waiting with War and Rye.”
Okay yeah. Race and Nolan walked together with Con bringing up the rear, watching their backs for them. He didn’tthink they were walking into anything, but he still had this terrible itch. Connal’s hand moved over his back, just making sure he understood someone was there.
