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“That oath was mine, Wes. You owed it tome; youpromised itto me.”
I shook my head, turning on my heel. I watched the cabin as I took each step, making an imprint in the dirt. The sun hit my back, soaking through my sweater, heating my exposed legs. This was all such a big mistake. Staying here, seeing him…being on my dad’s land again.
There wasn’t even any echo of Wes walking when he pulled my elbow and spun me around. His face was emotionally closed off. Whatever had just happened to open him up, he’d already shut down.
“You can either give me the letter, or I will have two men drive to DC and toss your apartment. If it’s not there, then I’ll physically go through every single piece of personal property you brought with you.”
I opened my mouth to argue but he spoke before I could. “You have two days.”
Without a second glance, he let me go and began walking away.
* * *
My first plan was to talk to Sasha, knowing she would have helped me to fight off Wesley’s curiosity. However, the incessant frustration over not knowing what was going on with the club and the idea that Wesley was hiding something seemed to crowd all my other thoughts. I had a few options ahead of me. I could go behind his back and continue to try to sell the property, knowing Wes would put up a fight, in which case I may end up having to sell to him, assuming he had the flexibility to buy it.
I could go to Sasha and get her to help me, knowing she could find a buyer outside of Rose Ridge who wouldn’t ask any questions and would probably pay cash. I could sell it, and go back to my life, and leave all the cryptic bullshit to the club.
But…
My heart was tangled in the same barbed wire that Wes had tossed around it back when we were kids. It had never gotten free, no matter how much time had passed, or how good I had gotten at functioning without the use of my heart. That bloodied organ belonged to him. I’d never tell him in a thousand years, but because of it, I cared what happened to the idiot.
That left me with another option.
Uncover what secrets were being hidden in the club and figure out a way to help.
“Okay, so we are walking to the clubhouse…am I understanding you correctly?” Laura asked, swiping under her arms with a stick of deodorant.
I stood in the doorway with my arms crossed, still thinking through my plan.
“Yeah…we need to start showing up and digging for information.”
That could work. The older members would all talk to me, and I had a feeling the newer members could be swayed by Laura.
“No, wear the one that shows more cleavage.” I shook my head, seeing her toss on an old, tattered crop top that showed off her midriff.
She looked down and frowned. “My stomach is way more attractive than my boobs. Let me keep this one on.”
“Your boobs are fantastic.”
She gently caressed the mermaid scales on her ribcage. “But this shirt shows my tattoo.”
Letting out a sigh, I gave in, realizing it was foolish to try and tempt answers out of Wesley’s club to begin with. These guys would respect her if she said to stop, as far as I knew. I mean, if Wes was in charge, there was no way any of his men would lay a finger on her without her consent, but I still worried about it.
“What about you, aren’t you going to dress up even a little bit?” Laura pulled on a pair of high-heeled boots.
I shook my head. “Wear the flat boots on the way over, then change once we get there. It’s a good half-mile up to the clubhouse.”
“Right, shoot.” Laura tore off the kicks as I peered down at my outfit. I was in a cropped black tank top and a pair of ripped jeans.
“This outfit works, doesn’t it?” I was nervous now that she’d said something.
Laura stood and tossed a pair of shorts at me, teasing.
“Show off your bestasset, Callie.”
The way she emphasized the word ass in asset had me laughing, but I knew what she meant. The shorts she gave me would leave the lower part of my ass hanging out, but it would make me fit right in with the other women in the club. I changed into the shorts, pulled my heeled boots back on, and then did my makeup.
“Will Max be okay while we’re gone?” Laura’s hands were on her hips as she stared down at my pup. With his chin on his paws, his eyes moved back and forth between us with a little huff.
