Specs, as he’d been dubbed, wasn’t tall or buff. He was average in appearance and utterly forgettable other than his Coke-bottle glasses, but he had wicked accounting skills and a killer restored Kawasaki Z1 900. His attention to detail and love of spreadsheets got him into the business, and the beautiful bike got him into the club.
Wolf nodded at the short man. “I think it’s under control, but stay vigilant. Let me know if Ellie heads over to the hotel, yeah?”
“Roger Dodger!” Specs saluted and darted off toward the bachelor party.
Wolf laughed at the guy, then stiffened up. “Incoming. Check the front door.”
Cam glanced over and saw the commotion building.Shit!The cute blonde was back and sounded determined as ever to get Scrap’s attention.
He hurried over to the door, where Crossman was having trouble containing the woman. He noted that her hair was long and lushly gold with a little wave in it. Very different from the twin braids she wore the first time he saw her. Before he could get there, she’d already pushed her way past Crossman with a determined stride for the table where Scrap usually sat.
Cam blocked her halfway through the room. “He’s not here tonight, baby.”
If looks could kill, her glare would have incinerated him on the spot. “I’m not ‘baby.’ My name is Sabrina, and I want to see that old goat ASAP.”
She moved to go around him, and he blocked her again. “I get it,Sabrina. But again, he’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“I have no clue. I don’t run his schedule. All’s I can tell you is he’s not here.”
“You’ve said that three times.”
“I’ll say it three more if I have to.”
Her eyes blazed with icy blue fire, her shoulders set back with defiance. “I’m not leaving this city until I get some answers.”
There was an undertone in her voice that Cam recognized. She was putting up a good front, but somewhere in there, she was in pain. It couldn’t have been easy, losing one father, finding out you might have another one, and then traveling such a long distance only to be stymied. His instincts told him there was more to this story. He could relate to that and wanted to find out more, but at the moment, he needed to focus on keeping peace in the club.
He held up his hands, palms out. “Listen, I get it. I wish he would take the test and get this settled. But until he gets his head out of his ass, I’m afraid he’s gonna dig in.”
Her full lips pressed together in irritation. Cam barely held back his laugh, as her face mirrored the stubborn expression Scrap often wore. It wouldn’t be a surprise at all to find out they were blood relatives.
“Look, I’ll do what I can, yeah?” he told her.
Her mouth relaxed. “I’m not gonna stop coming here to look for him.”
“I don’t expect you to.”
She didn’t speak for a few moments, but she didn’t drop her direct stare into his eyes either. Cam’s body warmed as he became more aware of her. The firm stance showed off her hourglass figure. Her leather riding jacket covered a simple tunic top that clung to her body, enveloping curves that would make a man weep in gratitude. The V-neck was modest by most standards, with just a hint of cleavage—but enough to make Cam look away so he wouldn’t get caught staring. Tight jeans and black boots completed the ensemble. She was a vision from head to toe.
Fuck,Cam thought.The last thing you need is to be lusting after the ex-prez’s daughter.
Yeah, he might as well admit it. He already believed shewasScrap’s kid. A DNA test would simply confirm it.
“Yo, we got some new talent up in here!” A drunk-as-hell man stumbled up and shoved Cam out of the way to stand in front of Sabrina. “Whassup, baby? Yous auditioning tonight? I gots some money.”
Leering at her, he took a handful of bills and stuffed them down her shirt.
“Motherfuc—” Cam tried to stop him, but he was too late.
“You son of a bitch!” Sabrina let loose on the man with a powerful right hook. The drunk went down.
Hard.
It only took a split second before the place exploded.
“What the fuck?”
