Page 12 of Throttle Therapy

“I can manage.I’ll see you on my way out?”she asked.

“If you like.If you don’t see me, ask Bobby Lee.He’ll know where I am or Slide.He’s up next to the front desk..”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything as she picked up her towel and headed for the locker rooms and the stairs up to the track.

He waited until she disappeared from view, then went up to check in with the prospect and let him know he was going to be in his office for a few minutes and to send Jenna back if she came back before he did.

In his office he dialed Cypher.

“Yo, how’s it hanging?”

Roadkill shook his head.

“I need you to look someone up for me.”

“No problem.Who is it and what do you need to know?”

“His name’s Mason, that’s the only name I have.But he works at, possibly manages, possibly owns, the Driftwood Lounge.”

“Sure, I know who that is.That’s Mason Burkett.He owns the place.What else do you need to know about him?”

“Everything.I want to know where he lives, who he spends time with, who he’s screwing.I need every speck of dirt.If he had an overdue parking ticket, an ex who said he abused her, a whisper he’s using his position to harass his employees, I want it.I want everything you can find on him.”

Cypher let out a low whistle.“What’d he do to piss in your whiskey?”

“Doesn’t matter.It’s not a club issue.”They didn’t know it had to do with a woman he couldn’t keep off his mind, even when he should be paying attention to other things.Not that he’d told anyone, only done his best.

“In that case, this is going to cost you.”

Roadkill rolled his eyes.He’d expected this but had hoped the club hacker would let it go, at least for now, but apparently this wasn’t his lucky day.

“What do you want?”

“I’ll take a bottle of Blanton’s.”

Roadkill bit his lip as he considered it.Not exactly what he’d expected his brother to want, but he could do it.But if he was going to pay that much for bourbon, he was going to make sure to get what he wanted out of it.

“All the info, and your secrecy.You tell no one what you’re doing or who it’s for.”

“Granted, for everyone but Hex.I’m not going to lie to the prez, not even for you.”

He considered it for a moment.“I’ll get the whiskey.You can have it when I get the information on Burkett.”

“You got it.I’ll have a basic report by the time you close the gym, more in depth might take a little longer.”

“No problem.I’m not in a huge hurry, though I would like it sooner rather than later.”Roadkill made a mental note to hit the liquor store and pick up the whiskey on his way back to the clubhouse.Or maybe he’d send Bobby Lee over instead.It would give the kid something to do, when Roadkill wasn’t giving him every shitty job he could think of.

He finished his call with the club hacker, and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes.Imagining what he’d like to say to the fuckwad who had made someone as beautiful as Jenna feel bad about herself.

He didn’t know how much time had passed but he figured she’d be about done upstairs, and he didn’t want to miss her on her way out, so Roadkill headed back to the front desk.Once there, he sent Bobby Lee off to check on the laundry again and took the ugly chair Phantom had brought in for himself.

Sinking into the seat, he realized why the asshole had brought the ugly thing in.It was far more comfortable than it looked.Damn.He didn’t want to get up now that he was here.Maybe that was part of why Phantom rarely moved once he sat here.

“You’ll be here tomorrow?”Jenna asked as she approached the desk.

“I will be, but I don’t want you coming in tomorrow.Give it a day in between.”

She frowned.“But the more I work out, the faster I’ll get in shape, right?Why would I wait?”