Page 113 of Where We Belong


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I smiled at his text and let out a relieved sigh.

Another notification caught my attention, which had me walking out in the hall and padding down to the kitchen, so I could make a call without waking anyone up.

The room was warm because Red had already started baking bread.

I tucked away near the desk at the back and pressed the contact’s name and waited.

“Laura?”

“Mom?”

She’d texted me something cryptic and I’d just called her, my name showing up on the caller ID.

“Yes, thank you for calling me.”

I heard people talking in the background and knew she was in business mode.

“What can I do for you?”

It would waste my time and hers if I acted hurt or tried to talk to her like a daughter would. When she was focused in this way, she was the senator’s wife, not my mother.

“Your father is coming into town today, a very impromptu trip, but he’d like to see you.”

I sat up a little straighter as confusion whirled inside me.

“Dad’s in Rose Ridge?”

“That is where you’re located at the moment, right?” Her tone was bland, but it screamed disapproval.

“Yes.”

“Then yes, he was meeting with a local club out there…” She paused, then quietly added, “I hope you haven’t had any run-ins with them…I understand they’re rather dangerous.”

What was she talking about?

I blinked. “Mom, you’re not making any sense. Why would Dad…”

“Honey, you’re breaking up. Can you meet him for lunch?”

I had my father’s personal cell phone number and couldn’t fathom why I couldn’t just call him myself. Unless…he didn’t take it, which would mean he was doing something he didn’t want monitored.

“Is Dad in business with a motorcycle club?” My mind raced back to those files…the ones I was abruptly removed from.

“Laura you aren’t associated with them, right?” her voice became terse, as if she were worried.

“Mom…just tell me what you know about dad coming here.”

There was more talking. “I’m going to have to nail down a solid time with you later, I’m getting called away, but sweetheart… please be careful.”

The line went dead.

I lowered my phone and sat there processing for a second.

My gut told me my father was here meeting with the Stone Riders, which meant he was meeting with Killian. But…it just didn’t make sense. Had Killian reached out to him, knowing my dad would step in and help if it involved his daughter? Or was there something I was missing?

I bit my nail, peering over my shoulder to where Red’s large purse sat. Her keys were right on top.

She was in the pantry, gathering more flour…If I was going to take them…now was the time.

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