“Where did you meet your mate?” he asks.
“At a club.”
“Small, small world,” he murmurs. “What’s her name?”
“Rylee.” I spit into the sink. “Will you tell me what the problem is?”
“Are the owners of the club vampires or panthers?”
“Vampires.” I wipe my mouth with a towel, turn, and lean back against the sink.
“Ryker and Bash,” he states.
“How do you know this?” I retrieve my phone, holding it in my palm.
“I have connections there, and I’m very familiar with the club.”
“Do you have surveillance there?”
“Where don’t I?” he scoffs.
“Tell me,” I demand. Shade can be frustrating as fuck. We don’t share everything, but I’m closer to him than anyone else.
“I have friends who live there.” He pauses. “I also have men who work for me in the area. Have you met Heath?”
“You amaze me,” I mumble, and leave the room. “I did. I’m assuming you know him.”
“Not on a personal level, but I know Atlas and Luca. They called me when they met Sally. How is she?”
“Shit.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “Sally is great. I didn’t know her before today, so I can’t tell you much. It seems like you know more than I do.” I lay back. “I’ve known Atlas and Luca for years. I met Allie before them.”
“Interesting.”
“Does everyone here know you?”
“No. Not everyone. I have a history with Quinn, Maverick, Kingston, Roxanne—”
“Stop,” I grumble. “Only a few of them were there tonight. Bash assisted me in the disposal of the job.”
“How is Bash? His baby is going to be spoiled and protected in equal measure.”
“This is ridiculous. I need you to find Charlie for me, please. Another day, we can discuss your stalking tendencies of the whole town.” I sit up and take off my boots.
“Alright.”
“I don’t know much. His hair is—”
“No need. I’m at my computer.” I recognize the sound of the keys. “Slow dance. Nice move.” I resume my position.
“Do the vampires know you have this kind of access?” I ask dryly.
“I am the eye in the sky,” he mutters. “Rylee is stunning.”
“Careful,” I growl.
“Just saying.”
“Just don’t.”
