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Chapter Forty Seven

Blair

After showering and packing my work bag, I confirm with Lexi and Serina that I’ll be back at the club today, and then I wake Faye to tell her the plan.

“I have work too.” She sighs. “I can’t miss it.”

“I’ll let the guys know. We’ll figure something out,” I promise. “But you’ll have to be watched. He might come for you. I have to know you’re okay.”

“For you.” She nods. “I wouldn’t mind one of those hot bikers doing it.”

“I knew it!” I screech and laugh. “I knew you wanted to ride more than their bikes.” I thrust my hips, and she hits me with a pillow as she gets up.

“Do you blame me? They had muscles for days. Jesus, and that leather? I’d take chafe burn for that any day.”

Faye and I get ready, intending to chill at Faye’s diner before my shift. The guys can still work and hunt from there, digitally at least, and I’ll be in their line of sight, so they won’t worry. It’s the best of both worlds. We decide to take one car—mine. They let me drive so I feel more normal, which makes me grin, so I reach over and grip Bray’s thigh where he sits in the passenger seat.

He chuckles. “What? I feel like a girl,” he teases and winks over at Cyrus. “She’s grabbing my junk.”

“No fucking while driving,” he chides with a smile as I check him out in the rear-view mirror. He’s pressed against the window to avoid touching Faye, who sits next to Asher as she chats with him.

Parking between the club and diner, I get out of my car, and we all follow Faye as she hurries in for her shift. It’s strange to think this is the place where it all started, and now here I am with them. Faye ducks into the back to get to work as we take the corner booth. I’m sandwiched between Bray and Asher. Asher plays with my hair as he people watches, his other hand tapping on the tabletop because he’s aching to draw. Bray strokes my thigh, leaning in to talk to Cyrus, who is going over places he checked while we slept.

Faye heads over and takes our order before rushing into her shift. They are clearly short staffed, and I watch her worriedly as she tries to do everything—restock, run food, take orders, and man the counter.

“She’s okay,” Asher assures me, still tapping, so I grab a pencil from my bag and a napkin.

He looks at me in surprise, and I shrug, feeling embarrassed. “I grabbed one a few days ago to keep in my bag.” When he continues to stare, I sigh. “I thought you might forget one day, so I keep one in case,” I confess.

His smile starts out slow before it grows into a wide grin. It makes me shuffle in my seat and my cheeks heat.

“It’s no big deal,” I grumble as he leans in, tilting my chin up so I’m looking at him again, and then he kisses me.

“It’s a big deal. No one has cared enough to do that before,” he whispers.

“I figured it was like my dancing, it’s how you alleviate stress and let go,” I whisper back before stealing another kiss. “So draw away, baby.”

He does just that, holding the napkin at an angle with one hand as he leans in, and as he starts to sketch, his expression eases into one of peace. I leave him to it, knowing how annoying it is when someone distracts you while you are doing the thing you love. Instead, I lean into Bray to listen to their conversation, knowing if anyone out there could guess the crazy bastard’s movements, it’s me.

“He might have left.”

“No,” I insert with a sigh. “He will be close. We’ve probably even seen him a few times. He’s brave and thinks he’s untouchable. He’d want to watch me, and he undoubtedly already has a target on our backs after seeing us together. I’m betting he’s in disguise or changed his hair to blend in.”

“You think?” Cyrus asks.

I nod, worrying my lip. “He was almost buzzed when he—yeah, and clean-shaven. If I were him and trying to stay under the radar, I would have grown my beard and hair out…” I trail off.

“What is it, Darling?” Bray queries, squeezing my thigh possessively.

“I… Nothing,” I mutter, but I remember seeing a raggedy man watching my show once. The only reason I noticed him was because his eyes were locked intently on me from the shadows. But that was over a month ago, so surely that wasn’t him? Either way, I ignore it, since it doesn’t help at the moment. “He’s obviously using a fake name, like you said, and changing places so he doesn’t get caught. He would also need money, not like he can access his old accounts.”

“You are right.” Cyrus nods. “Shit, I didn’t think of that, baby girl.”

“And how’s he getting around? Not public transport, it would be too easy to be noticed. No, he’d want to be able to go anywhere whenever he wanted. He wouldn’t buy a new car, but maybe an old one, so check second-hand dealers, sold vehicles, or doggy dealerships,” I suggest.

“That’s a fucking great idea, baby girl, really,” Cyrus praises. “I didn’t even think of that. Fuck, you’re a genius.”

“I know.” I wink as my coffee arrives and I turn to stir it, leaving them to their phones as they do just that. I try to think of everything else I know about him. I’ve spent so long trying to forget him, but now I need to remember every detail, anything he might have mentioned or something I saw in passing to help stop him.

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