She snapped. “It’s nothing to do with that. But it wouldn’t occur to you, huh? You’re only interested in being the star of your show and couldn’t give a crap about the rest of us.”
Sunny blinked, puzzled by the animosity.
“It’s nothing like that. I ask again, where is this coming from? Because this isn’t random, Clover. Talk to me.”
“What’s the point? Go run off with Priest.”
“None of this is my choice. I came home, too.”
Clover picked at the cotton on her PJ bottoms and flipped her dark hair. “And look what happened. Dad is letting you go to a little love nest. I’m surprised Tanner isn’t packing to tag along with you.”
Sunny’s eyebrows hit her hairline, and as she put down her bag at the door, she carefully sat at Clover’s side. “Is something going on?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, but this snappy bitch routine isn’t you.”
“How would you know? You don’t even live here. It’s me stuck in this club.”
“Is that it? You don’t enjoy being at the clubhouse anymore? Have you talked to Mom?”
“No one listens.”
That was a lie. Their mom was an advocate for open conversations, especially about people’s mental health.
“Once this blows over, you don’t need to come around if you don’t want to. No one has ever forced us here. It’s just where all our friends and family hang out.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll leave here as soon as possible. You did it, so why can’t I?”
Sunny felt the blow to her heart.
“Don’t talk like that, Clover. I only went to school, and as soon as it’s over, I’ll be coming back.” Running away because of emotional issues was never the answer. She understood that better than most.
“I wouldn’t come back here. I’ll be going as far as I can. Away from this place, this club, anything to do with stupid bikers.”
Frowning, Sunny tried to hug her sister, but Clover shrugged her off. “Has someone upset you?”
“No, everything is fine, Sunny. Shouldn’t you be going?”
“Would you tell me if someone had upset you?”
Another shrug.
“You can always call me, no matter what.”
Another sullen shrug, and she got to her feet, heading out of the bedroom. Sunny grabbed the backpack and followed, having quickly dressed in jeans, a simple red sweater, and her boots. He was by the door, and she saw him scowling when Tanner walked toward her.
“Do you know what’s wrong with Clover? Has she mentioned anything lately about people harassing her?”
“She’s probably spooked by what’s going on. You know how she gets.”
“I do, but she’s acting weird.”
“I’ll monitor her.”
“Thank you,” she said, hugging him. She then heard a shrill whistle and looked up to find Seb’s thunderous eyes on her. “Let’s go, Sunny.”
“Sheesh. You can’t wait two minutes? We don’t have the Yakuza on our tails. Relax.”
