I go back to the food and Mace leaves. The motorcycle isn’t quiet as he rides away and for a while I stand still, waiting to see what she’ll do. When there is still no movement, I set out three plates of food and cover and store two in the fridge.
After eating and cleaning everything up, I set myself up on the couch and wait.
I’ve always been a light sleeper, the creak of a floorboard wakes me. I’m laying down with the lights off. The room lights up for a moment when the fridge door is pulled back.
“Huh,” Cassie mutters.
I grin, figuring she’s looking at the food. Some cupboards open and close and a bottle cap drops onto the counter then onto the floor making her curse.
“You wouldn’t make a very good burglar.”
“Jesus Christ,” she shrieks and drops the bottle in her hand. “What the fuck, Eli? Why are you hiding in the dark? Damn it,” she looks down at the beer all over the floor when I flick on the light.
“I was sleeping,” I go where I found cleaning products earlier when I was looking through the kitchen and eye her bare feet. “Watch the glass.”
“There wouldn’t be any glass if you didn’t scare the ever loving shit out of me.”
“Sorry.”
“That is the least sorry sounding sorry I ever heard.”
“Sit down, sweetheart, let me clean this up then I’ll get you some food.”
“I’m not hungry. I just want a beer.”
I grab her another then clean up the glass and beer while she sits and watches me. I figure that’s a good thing that she hasn’t run back upstairs. Once I’ve put everything away, I grab myself a drink too.
“Shall we,” I nod toward the living room.
“Only because I want answers.”
“I’ll tell you what I can.”
“Where’s Dominic?”
My brow arches at her calling him by his real name. She hasn’t called me Handlebar for a long time, I guess it’s only natural she doesn’t want to use his road name.
“He had business tonight. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“This is ridiculous. I’m not hiding.”
“Maybe when we explain things you’ll be glad of it. You ran out of here before we got a chance to tell you what we know.”
“Can you blame me?” She huffs out and drops down onto the couch.
She has found an old T-shirt to wear instead of her skirt suit. It falls down to her knees. Who the fuck does it belong to? This is Talon’s sisters’ house, and she lives alone. Did Mace leave it for her?
Doesn’t matter I guess, not when her legs are on display and she crosses them, so the hem line glides up showing more of her gorgeous thigh. Cassie waits for me to take my seat.
“Okay, I’m listening.”
“Talon found someone who knew what happened to Marshall.”
“Who is Talon?”
“Mace’s VP.” She waves at me to go on. “He is some lowlife junkie I’m not a hundred percent sure we can trust, but he said it was to do with the sister, and the guy who did it is bad news.”
“In what way? It has something to do with the person who was hurting her?”
