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Rourke’s brows furrowed, and his eyes darkened. Trax knew the look. “No, you didn’t say it.” His jaw tightened. “But you knew damn well where her mind went. Where Macy’s mind went.”
Trax slowed his breathing, rallying in his anger, which now was directed at himself. It was a fucked-up move, especially after what Cheyenne had gone through being attacked two nights in a row.
Rourke stared him down. “You ever hold a woman who is shaking, on the verge of passing out from fear? I did tonight.” He turned to the door but looked back. “You ever scare her again like you did tonight and use me to do it? I’ll fucking kill you, brother or no brother.”
He’d fucked up, and he understood where Rourke was coming from, but a heated possession ran through his blood. Cheyenne didn’t need protection from him. No other man would stake any claim to her but him.
“Cheyenne ain’t your concern, Rourke.”
His brows furrowed. “Not talking about Cheyenne.” He walked out of the room, and Macy popped in his head. While he wasn’t proud of what he’d done, his only concern and regret had been how Cheyenne felt. He gave no thought to how Macy would react. But Rourke did.
In all the years they’d been brothers, this was the only time he could ever remember Rourke taking up for a woman. He fucked them but never so much as mingled or talked with them, and when it came time to have one’s back, he never stepped in.
Until tonight. Until Macy.
Trax leaned against the wall, resting his head back and closing his eyes. His behavior was unjustifiable. He’d allowed his desire to find Mick’s killer surpass his human decency. The look in her eyes and in Macy’s was wreaking havoc in his head.
It was unforgivable.
Chapter Eight
Cheyenne fumbled with her car keys while resting her head against her shoulder, holding the phone in place. This was a disaster. Oversleeping was usually reserved for people who woke up in the morning, not her. How she had slept through her alarm set for four thirty in the afternoon? She skipped the last step on the walk and was barely able to recover, curling her ankle and cursing. “Dammit.”
“Hello?” Her boss had just picked up.
“Jess, oh God, I overslept, stupid cell phone alarm.” She fingered her key ring, yanking it from her bag. “I’m on my way right now, I’ll be there in…”
“Slow down, Chey, and relax. I got Paige to cover your shift.”
She stopped and gripped the phone. “But I can be there in twenty minutes, and I’m only…” She glanced at her phone, and her stomach dropped. “Two hours late.”
Jess laughed. “Yeah, I figured when you hadn’t come in something came up.”
“Ah hell, I’m sorry.”
“Girl, not a big deal. You been working for me three years now and never been late or called out. Made a call to Macy when ya didn’t show. She told me you had a rough night. Not gonna ask, but you get to take time off, Chey.”
Rough night was an understatement. She sighed, and her shoulders slumped. She should have listened to Macy’s voicemail.
“This is…damn, I’m sorry.”
“Chey, baby, I get it. Calm down, go back to bed, or better yet, get out and have fun. You work too much anyway. It’s probably my own fault, giving you such a kickass place to work.”
Cheyenne smiled. Working for Jess was awesome. Being a waitress at a bar was certainly not her life’s ambition, but it was perfect for this stage. It allowed her the days, usually, to fill orders for her and Macy’s side business. All their extra cash went into savings for their future storefront.
“You sure I can’t come in and relieve Paige?”
“Trust me, she was ecstatic getting a night shift, you know, tips and all. She’d probably be pissed if you show up and take it away from her now. Go do something fun. Boss’s orders. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“All right. Later, Jess.”
“Bye.”
She clicked her phone and stood a few feet from her car. Do something fun? She couldn’t remember the last time she did anything fun. With Macy out with Jason, there wasn’t an option for a girls’ night. Most of her other friends worked at the bar with her or had husbands and kids.
She swung her keys from her finger, eyeing her car. It was a shame to just go back inside when she was already dressed and ready to go out. She cocked her head back and forth and scanned the car coming into the lot. It pulled into a vacant spot at the end.
She caught sight of a figure a few feet away and gasped. Parked two spots down was a motorcycle with a familiar man draped in a leather cut. His gaze was directly on her, though he made no move to get off his bike. She was pretty sure she could make it back to the building before he could, but then again, she thought she could outrun the guys from last night too.
