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He gives me a knowing look. “You don?
??t have to get up for that.”
“I know I don’t.”
“You’re going to check on Claire.” It isn’t a question because Rhett knows me all too well.
“You got a problem with that?”
He cocks a brow. “If I say yes?”
I turn away, giving him my back, and when I get a few feet from the table I hear him say, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
18
Trevor
Fucking Rhett.
If I didn’t know he was madly in love with Monroe, I’d think he has a thing for Claire. I know he’s just looking out for her, but I’m his brother. What does he think I’m going to do? Hurt her? I saved her life, for God’s sake.
I stride across the floor, shouldering my way through the crowd at the bar and shrugging off a few grabby hands along the way. There’s a small line of women outside of the bathroom, and lucky for me, Shayla is at the front.
Her eyes shine with delight when I walk up. “How many women are in there?” I ask.
“Two, they went in together.” She glances over my shoulder at the line behind her and whispers, “Come in with me, and I’ll give you a sample of what you’re missing out on tonight.”
There’s a reason the men around the firehouse call her Shameless Shayla. She’ll do whatever, whenever, wherever, and she doesn’t care who’s watching or listening.
Just then the door opens, and two women who aren’t Claire stumble out. “Hold that thought.” I push the door open and walk into the ladies’ restroom.
“Claire?” There are two stalls. Both appear to be empty, but I push the doors open for good measure and then slip back out.
Where did she go?
I scan the hallway, the bodies along the bar, all of the tables, and the pool room, and when I come up empty, I decide to check Coop’s office—although I highly doubt she’s there. When I don’t find her there either, I walk back to my table.
“She’s not in the bathroom,” I say, looming over Mo.
Her eyes widen. “You went into the women’s bathroom looking for Claire?”
I nod curtly.
“Do I want to know why?” she asks, pulling out her phone.
“Probably not.”
Rhett frowns, so does Coop.
“Shit.” Mo types out a quick message on her phone and tosses it in her purse. “She left.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands up. “What do you mean she left? Why would she just up and leave?”
“Because she isn’t herself. I shouldn’t have pushed her to come out tonight. That damn fire messed with her head, and she hasn’t been right since.” She tosses a few bills on the table to cover her tab. Coop tosses the money back, and Mo rolls her eyes. “I’ve got to go after her.”
“Maybe you should let Trevor go,” Adley suggests.
“What?” I pull a face, looking at Adley and then Mo.
