I shoved my small pink pepper spray into my purse as well. I was pretty street-smart and I knew how to avoid risky situations, but a girl could never be too careful.
At the last minute, I tugged my jean jacket off. I was wearing a white lacy blouse with short sleeves, cropped to show just an inch of my stomach. If I needed to flirt my way around the bar that would help.
Veronica had taught me how to keep everything I might need for any venue in my car. She also always had at least three pairs of heels, but I skipped that step. I never wore heels. They made it too hard to run if things got dicey.
I pulled myself out of the car and walked towards the entrance. There was a cute hanging sign of a blue dog with rock music blasting from within. I burned with curiosity. What was Trey up to?
Once inside, it didn’t take me long to figure it out. I casually scanned the room as I headed towards the bar and spotted him right away. In his button-down shirt and tie, he stood out like a sore thumb.
He was holding hands with a drop-dead gorgeous woman. She had legs for days and raven-black hair. I blinked in surprise when I saw she wasn’t in the typical Mistress Fashion. She was wearing a black leather jacket and jeans, introducing Trey to a few guys who wore matching leather jackets.
I felt a pang of sympathy. I bet she didn’t even know the jerk had a wife. Most of the mistresses were aware of a wife, they just don’t care or they think he’ll leave her someday. Sometimes they honestly don’t know, and those were always tough.
This girl looked way too self-respecting to be with a married guy. It was unlikely she knew.
I leaned on a chair and waited for the people in front of me to finish ordering. I furrowed my brow as I tried to come up with a plan of action. Snapping photos was risky in a bar since people would notice.
Plus, Olivia would want more than a few blurry pictures. It’s amazing how wives, even the smart ones, can justify damning photo evidence. They needed it to be undeniable before they believed their beloved husbands have betrayed them. I would need to trail Trey a bit more, and maybe dig up some texts.
I could also try and approach the girl on her own. It was risky, and it sometimes backfired to enlist the mistress, but it could pay off. Especially if she had a taste for revenge. I glanced back at the tall beauty and observed her flashing eyes. Definitely looked like the revenge type.
“Hey, can I get you a drink?”
I stifled an eye roll as I turned around at the masculine voice. Then blinked in surprise when I saw a leather jacket beneath a cocky grin. The same leather jacket Trey’s side piece was wearing. What a delightful surprise. I could see the patch on the arm now. Outlaw Souls.
I gave him a sweet smile and shrugged. “I’ll take a Corona.”
Within minutes, the biker had gotten both of us a beer. He had to know the bartender.
“I’m Claire,” I said.
“Pleasure,” he said. “I’m Moves.”
He jerked his head and led me back towards his friends. I took a deep breath. It was beyond risky interacting with the person you were trailing too early in the game. Veronica never put on her itty-bitty dress until she had gathered all the information she needed.
Luckily, Trey had let the woman lead him out onto the dance floor while Moves was steering me towards a few of the guys perched at a table in the corner.
“Claire, this is Hawk and Carlos,” Moves said. “And this is Pin.”
I glanced at the guys as they nodded at me. They all had nicknames. I had heard biker clubs used alternate names, but I had always doubted it since it seemed a little cheesy.
Hawk and Carlos seemed nice and relaxed, but the third guy, Pin, looked like he had just swallowed a wasp. He clasped his lips together and barely gave me a nod. My eyes lingered on his broad shoulders and glowing tan skin before I turned back to Moves.
“So, you new in town?” Moves asked.
“No, I’ve been here a few years,” I said. “I work in sales downtown.”
My father used to say that I lied like a rug. Only he had told me it was a weakness. I had learned it was my greatest strength.
“What brings you out here?” Moves said.
“Meeting a friend,” I said. “I’m just a bit early.”
In fifteen minutes, I could glance at my phone and either say my friend had bailed or, if I needed an escape route, say she wanted to meet somewhere else and head for the exit.
I looked up at Moves just in time to see him widening his eyes at Pin and nodding at me. So Moves was the wingman for a very reluctant Pin. Interesting. I could work with that.
I pulled myself up into the chair next to Pin (where I still had a good angle on Trey and his girlfriend) and gave him a smile.
