“Do you think it’s safe to take off my boots here? The carpet looks questionable.”
“I have,” he answered, sounding exhausted.
His hurried trip made her feel guilty. He must have set off late from Colorado, which meant he must not have had any sleep in over twenty-four hours.
Slipping out of her boots, she lined them up by the door next to Seb’s, then perched on the bed, looking at him.
“What’s happening back home, Sebastian?” she finally chose from one of the many questions floating around her head. He uncovered his eyes and looked over at her.
“It’s only taken you four hours to ask me. I thought you’d hold out much longer.”
Sunny shrugged a shoulder.
“Someone from your dad’s past has crawled out of the woodwork.”
“Who?”
“The details don’t matter, but pictures started arriving at the club last week.”
“What pictures?”
“Surveillance photos of you, your mom, and Clover. It was a blatant threat.”
Shock made her stiffen as she locked her fingers together, processing the information. As security-conscious as her dad had always been with their safety, she could only imagine how insane he was feeling right now to protect them. She was one of those kids who always had a guard wherever she went. It’s only been in recent years that she was given more freedom.
Not that she’d ever felt stifled.
The love for her family, her dad especially, couldn’t be put into words. There had never been a day she or Clover had ever felt less than precious to their parents.
Whatever Hawk did, however strict he might have acted, she knew it came from a place of love.
“My dad must be going crazy.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian answered. “As a precaution, Rider called a lockdown for the immediate brothers and their families.”
“Is Harper in lockdown?” Because of studying, she hadn’t checked in with her friend—the prez’s daughter—in over a week.
“Not in the clubhouse grounds, but Cain has her under lock and key at their place.”
She snickered. Harper’s man was this side of demented, honestly, not just figuratively, so Sunny knew her friend would be well cared for. No one would get near Harper without losing all of their limbs and intestines. Harper had gone through an epic romance story in the past year. If stalking and coercion could be classed as romantic. Harper thought so, and it was clear how in love with Cain she was and how much that guy worshipped her to the point of madness.
There were more questions, but they could wait for her parents; instead, she fished out her phone.
As worried as she felt, there was one thing she could count on being part of the MC world: there was always someone in the shadows.
They might have had quieter years than others, but it made none of them relax too much. They were always ready. It was the Hawk way. It still didn’t stop the roil of uncertainty through her stomach.
SUNNY: How are you coping with lockdown?
HARPER: Lots of sex. Where are you?
SUNNY: Somewhere outside of Texas. I should be home before morning.
HARPER: Dad said Seb came for you.
SUNNY: Yeah. We’re in a motel right now.
SUNNY:Can you feel how mortified I am?
