After the stunt they’d pulled at The Hollow, my angels both knew they owed me some honesty.
“I’ll be fine,” Spence let out a shaky laugh. “They just know how to keep me on my toes is all. No need to worry.”
She tried to plaster on that charming smile, but at this point, I could see through the act. “Why don’t we come with you? Maybe we can help.”
“You don’t have to?—”
“No, no. We can help. Right, Leo?”
I turned to look at her, but her hands were already filthy wiping up the motor oil I’d spilled. “Go ahead. I’ll finish cleaning up here.”
Spencer bit her lip. “Kiera, seriously, I can handle it myself. I’ve done this stuff plenty already. You should stay and chill.”
“I know you can handle it alone, but you shouldn’t have to.” I stood up, wiping the grit off on my jeans. “Come on. We can grab some Chinese food while we’re out and make a date of it.”
“Date?” Spencer’s eyebrow rose, the word choice bringing back a hint of that usual charm.
I smirked. “If I call it a date, will you say yes?”
“Alright.” Letting the smile take over her face, Spencer waved a hand for me to follow her out of the shop.
As I slipped on my coat, I turned back and mouthed my thanks to Leo, who nodded from where she knelt on the ground, dirty rag in hand. “Don’t have too much fun.”
“No promises.” I teased, dipping through the garage door after Spencer.
Hopping on the back of the Suzuki, I had no idea where we were headed. But for once, it didn’t matter. For once, I wasn’t just volunteering to go along so I could get some freedom or dirt.
I genuinely wanted to make sure Spencer was okay. And that level of care for this mysterious biker, the warmth that blossomed in my chest when I was around her, was more alarming than anything I’d learned about my captors in the past few days.
My arms tightened instinctively around her waist as she let the engine roar, drowning out everything else. “Hold on tight, Bunny.”
58
KIERA
Metal clattered overheadas Spencer lifted the gate of the storage unit, letting it settle on the rail just below the ceiling.
My jaw dropped as Spencer flicked on the lights. Bright overheads illuminated a deep storage unit, lined with metal shelves and box after box of organized documents.
“Holy shit. It’s like an accountant’s office.” I shook my head as Spencer stepped inside, a laugh escaping her lips.
“Someone has to make sure everything is in order.” Spencer gestured for me to step inside, grabbing the plastic bag full of Chinese takeout from my hands as I walked inside.
Walking through the place, I tried to wrap my head around it. “When did you have time for this?”
Spencer let out a sigh as she set the bag of food down by the door. “It’s been a work in progress for a long time.” Moving toward a specific shelf, Spencer grabbed a couple boxes and stacked them on the floor. “The lawyer wants some vaccination records which should be in these boxes but the older ones might be mixed in elsewhere.”
I took a seat on the cold floor, letting the chilled concrete seep through the denim of my jeans.
Sliding a box over to me, Spencer dug into one of her own.
“Where did all of this come from? Shouldn’t their dad have this stuff?” My eyes flicked up to Spencer’s face between documents, trying to keep my spot in the stack.
Scoffing, Spencer nodded. “Well he should, but that doesn't seem to make him do it. Anything from before my sister passed was stuff she stored here, everything after I either got myself or the kids brought for me.”
I knew what it meant, that Spencer’s brother-in-law was probably a negligent ass with little fucks to give for his own kids.
The paper was dry on my fingers, making each page stick together. “So did it go to you in her will?”
