“Did I just see Thorne Graves leave?” Ripley asked, peeking her head into my office.
“If I say yes, will you walk away?”
“No way in hell,” she said, closing the door and sitting in the chair Sundance had just vacated.
I frowned.
Why were none of my staff afraid of the giant biker? Or me, for that matter.
“Are we taking him on?” Ripley asked.
“No,” I said, logging back into my computer.
“Are you getting back together with him?”
I pointed to my door. “Out!”
“That’s a yes,” she retorted, and rose to her feet.
“Out,” I said again, and Ripley walked out, giving me a sassy grin before closing my door.
I focused back on my screen and tried to get some work done.
* * *
Sundance
I left Wyatt, hope flooding my heart. Finally, I had a chance to make things right. I wasn’t sure how I was going to manage the information-giving aspect of all of this, but I was gonna have to figure it out because Wyatt would expect nothing less. I’d had it easy with Morgan. She’d been part of the life, so she wasn’t a big question asker. I probably told her more than others in my club told their old ladies, but it was still a hell of a lot less than what Wyatt was demanding.
For now, however, I needed information of my own, and that took me to Colorado Springs and Smiley’s bar. Backing into a parking space in the front, I headed inside and waited for my eyes to adjust to the dim light.
“Sundance!” Smiley called. “What are you doin’ here in the middle o’ the day?”
I glanced around the space and seeing the faces were all friendly, I closed the distance between us. “Need to talk to Ruby.”
“I don’t want trouble.”
“No trouble, brother, just have a question for her.”
“She’s in the break room.” He nodded over his shoulder. “In the back.”
Smiley buzzed me in, and I walked down to the back of the building, having to bend slightly to step into the break room.
“Shit,” Ruby hissed, and pushed up from her seat.
“Not here to hassle you, sweetheart,” I assured her. “Just need a little information.”
“Yeah, well, information gets me this,” she snapped, pointing to her black eye. “And a few more injuries that can be hidden with clothing.
I frowned. “Did Sonja do that?”
“No.”
My blood ran cold. “Did Snowcone do that?”
She dropped her head and I knew. I fuckin’ knew my brother had hurt her. “It won’t happen again.”
She met my eyes again and relaxed. “I can’t help you, Sundance.”
