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“For what?”
“I’m coming with you.”
“You are?”
“Against my better judgment, yes.” She winked and disappeared into her room.
Cheyenne leaned against the wall with her head resting back and staring at the crack in the ceiling. It had been a week, a long and miserable week, since she’d last seen him. She had no idea how the night would go down, but she was prepared for whatever he had to say. He had better be prepared to hear her too.
There were a whole new set of ground rules he needed to hear if they were really going to move forward.
*
The clubhouse parking lot was packed, leaving the lot across the street her only option. She pulled up in between two trucks and then turned off the ignition. Damn, where was all the courage she’d had an hour ago? She peeked up past her steering wheel. People were coming and going through the main door, and a few were gathered at the entrance lot near the back.
“Ya ready?”
Cheyenne bit her lip and glanced at Macy. She was a vision of confidence. The complete opposite of how Cheyenne felt.
“What?” She furrowed her brows. “Second thoughts?”
Cheyenne sighed, slinking back into her seat. “Yes and no.” She tapped her foot against the floor. Why was this so hard? She’d go in, look around, and if she saw the man from the car, she’d find Trax and point him out. Find Trax.There lies the problem. Find him where, doing what, with whom? All those questions currently took center stage in her mind. They had broken up. He was free to do what he wanted or who he wanted. Her stomach turned, and she felt a nauseous heated rush through her body.
“Chey?”
She swung her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. “What if he’s with someone?”
“The guy?”
“No, Trax. What if he’s in there somewhere with a woman, doing…” She grunted and sat up straight, gripping the steering wheel in a tight hold. Why hadn’t this thought occurred to her earlier?
“He’s not in there banging some chick, Chey.”
She side glanced over at Macy, who stirred uncomfortably in her seat, which only fueled Cheyenne’s doubt. Macy turned and widened her eyes. “Okay, so there’s a slight chance, and I mean very slight, he is in there with someone else.”
“Oh hell.” She moaned.
That was not what Cheyenne wanted to hear, but with Macy, she could always count on her best friend for the truth.
“But…” She grasped Cheyenne’s wrist. “It doesn’t change anything, right? You said you were coming here to identify the guy who killed Mick, right? That’s why we’re here, Chey, so come on, let’s do this, and hopefully get a free beer or two.”
Cheyenne snorted and opened the door, following Macy’s lead across the road through the throngs of people. She recognized a few members from the club, and as they passed, the guys gave them the once over. Some paid more attention than others, especially the man standing on the landing of the steps near the front door.
Macy reached behind her back, and Cheyenne grabbed her hand. She gazed up quickly and locked gazes with the man again. He stared back with recognition, but his facial expressions remained tight. He had been in the club the first time she’d come in. There wasn’t anything distinctive about him. He straightened to full height when she passed by him. Not quite as intimidating as Rourke, but a close second. His neatly trimmed goatee and dark eyes gave him a sinister tone. Especially since his eyes shot bolts to the back of her head, and her skin chilled.
“C’mon.” Mace tugged her inside. Usually, there was a bouncer or prospect watching the door but not tonight. With so many people, she couldn’t figure out who was a member and who wasn’t, except for their cuts.
The last time she’d been there, it had been a party, but nothing compared to what was happening now.
“Shit, it’s wall to wall people.” Macy, standing a few inches shorter than Cheyenne, raised on her toes and glanced around. “Let’s go to the bar.”
Cheyenne gripped her hand tighter as they made their way through the crowd. She was pushed and shoved and did a little of her own. At this rate, the party would be over by the time they made it to the bar. A flash of blonde hair smacked her in the face, and she jerked her head, and in the process, lost Macy’s hold.
Cheyenne wiped her face and stood eye level with a set of boobs bigger than her head. She glanced up to the smiling woman. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Her body heaved forward when a large-framed man knocked into her. She stumbled backward but was righted from behind. She looked over her shoulder when strong hands curved around her waist. A man she’d never seen before smiled and winked.
“Finders keepers.” He burst out laughing.
