The man searched her face, the jovial nature leaving his own.“My friends and I lost something.I’m trying to find it.”
He was looking for the duffel bag, but she would never in a thousand years confess what she’d seen.He’d probably end up killing her because she’d seen too much.Men were very good schemers.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said evenly.Proud of herself for not showing an emotional reaction to his words.“And I don’t think anyone else probably did either since the gas station is behind the diner.”
A couple of seconds later, after he thoroughly studied her face, he smiled and that charm flared back to life.He pointed to his club patch on the left side of his leather cut.
“If you remember anything, you know where to find me.”He stood up.“My name is Sinn, by the way.”
“Well, that’s certainly apropos to your club.”
He studied her once more, and then turned, as if leaving.
“What about your coffee?”she asked.
“I never did like the stuff.”He winked, and was gone.
Kira knew she had to get back to work, but she needed a moment to steady her nerves, although she didn’t know if it was because the diner was now on the Sons of Sin radar, or from her attraction to him.Regardless, she picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip.He paid for it, so might as well not let it go to waste.
The night server arrived and Kira waved goodbye.The diner was open twenty-four-seven, but the crowd after midnight was mostly truckers, which meant it was usually slow.She clocked out and then Christine popped up behind her, holding a black duffel bag.
“Where’ve you been?”she asked, more than a little annoyed.
“Guess what was in the tires?”Christine whispered, glancing around as if anyone would care.
“You went over there?”
“I stayed hidden,” Christine defended.She leaned closer.“Money.Lots and lots of money.I can flee this dump of a town and go to Europe.”
“What?”
“Yep!I’m so excited I’m about to pee my pants.Hold this.”
She thrust the bag into Kira’s arms and hauled ass to the restroom.The bag, although not large, was heavy.Unzipping just a fraction, she could see lots of fifty and twenty-dollar bills.This was bad.Very, very bad.Bikers didn’t just let things go.They’d be hunting for the cash until hell froze over, dragging everyone along with them, and if they found out there were witnesses who kept it all to themselves ...yeah.Not good.The money needed to get back to the Sons, or this diner would become ground zero by default.There wasn’t much else out here on this edge of Cheyenne.They would tear up her world in order to figure out where it went.Which drew her into a fire she didn’t want to be in.
Kira knew she didn’t have all that long until Christine came out of the rinky-dink bathroom where you couldn’t even turn around.In fact, the sink was outside the toilet.She had a choice to make.Let Christine go and have the motorcycle club pick apart her little corner of the world, or return it.
Without second-guessing herself, she grabbed a to-go bag and placed the duffel inside, then hightailed it out of there, hurrying to her car.Fear coiled low in her stomach because she didn’t want to go to the Sons’ turf, and if she had any other option, she would take it.But she couldn’t let Christine, or herself, or even the diner get hurt by a club of outlaws.
Kira knew where the clubhouse for the Sons of Sin MC was located.Everyone did.It was no secret that the local law enforcement left them alone, probably because they’d been paid to do just that.She’d never seen them near her diner before, and she hoped she never did again.
Kira drove extra slowly, dreading what she was about to do, and had to have a pep talk with herself.“Just go in, return the bag, and get out.”
It was a mantra she continued to mutter under her breath, even as she pulled up to the biker clubhouse.It was behind a gate, so she drove up to it and rolled down her window.A large bear of a man bent down to question her.
“Can I help you, sweetheart?”
“I-I need to talk to Sinn.”
The man raised an eyebrow.“Not exactly dressed as club ass, are you?”
“Club ass?Absolutely not.I have to return something to him.”
“Well, you can leave it with me.”
“No,” she said firmly.“Only with him.Believe me, he’s gonna want to see what I have.”
“And how do I know you’re not an assassin?”
