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All gazes fell on Jennings. He could practically hear the guys’ thoughts—what was he doing with a woman who had a bird name? Lark and Dove were obvious bird names. Avalynn stretched the limits, with the meaning of her name being beautiful bird. But Wren?
Dammit, I am not getting more tied up with this woman.
Lark touched Wren’s shoulder. “Stay here with us. It’s safer.”
Wren gaped at her.
The guys started talking at the same time.
“Get the body cleaners—”
“There’s not much time to waste.”
“Someone should go in with Jennings.”
He whipped his head around and glared at his brother. Being the youngest of five brothers always came with a level of protectiveness that pissed him off. If they weren’t protecting him, they were trying to do his job for him. He was far from incompetent, and nobody else could infiltrate the biker gang the way he had—or become one of them in so little time.
“She’s going to stay here with us.” Lark’s announcement broke through the rest of the voices.
Wren tipped her jaw up. “No, I’m not.”
The way she made that declaration tugged at a thread in his chest.
Lark shook her head as if she didn’t understand. “But you’re safe here.”
“I can’t stay here. I need to keep my brother safe. I have to act like everything’s normal or…they’ll kill him.” Her voice broke as she swung her stare to meet Jennings’s. “He witnessed a murder.”
A weight dropped into his gut. This woman had things to tell him. Maybe more than the things he had to confess to her.
The gears in his mind ground. “Did anybody see you when you were with Viper?”
She shook her head. “He made a few stops, but he forced me to stay in the car. Then he took me straight to the church.”
“Good.” So he could take her with him. She needed to go about her routine, and so did he.
They needed each other.
His stare connected with Wren’s. “I have to take her.”
* * * * *
“You’re not going anywhere until we’ve fed you.” Dove swung around and walked back out of the room.
Quaide, the guy they called by his last name Livingston, watched her go. “No point in arguing with a pregnant woman about food.”
“He’s right.” Avalynn was right behind Dove with Lark on her heels.
Wren looked to Jennings, waiting for the next move even though the last thing she wanted to do was hang out with these people or eat. Her stomach was knotted and she felt dizzy with exhaustion. All she wanted was her own bed.
His gaze traveled over her face. The urge to duck her head and hide from that probing stare tore through her, but she was made of tougher stuff and let him look his fill. Whatever he saw made him nod.
“We’ll stay for a bit. We need to discuss the plan anyway.”
He curled his fingers around her elbow. The warmth of those strong yet gentle fingers almost made her knees buckle. Right now, she could lie down on the floor and happily pass out for twelve hours—if she didn’t have to be at work in only a few hours.
When he drew her forward in his wake, she had no will left in her to fight. She followed him down the corridor to another room. The space had the look of most office buildings, with a low ceiling and bad lighting. But the galley kitchen was spic and span, and there was a long table for them all to sit.
Jennings led her straight to a chair. The rest of the women bustled between refrigerator and table, setting out fixings for sandwiches while the guys filtered in to crowd around the table, clustering in a group at the end as the women took up the other.
