He needed to fly.
“Seriously,” He ran his hands through his hair again. “This sense of urgency is freaking me out. I have to find her.”
“Okay,” Maddox nodded. “We’ll find her. What’s her last name? I’ll get Tane searching the DMV and—”
Asher let out a string of curses as realization set in. Despite the intense connection he felt with Duchess, he didn’t know much about her at all, did he?
“Duchess probably isn’t even her real name.” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Fuck.”
How the hell were they going to find her? And why the hell hadn’t he gotten her phone number? Oh yeah, because he’d been too busy adorning and worshiping her. He was such a fuckup.
“Hey,” Cade clapped his palm on the back of Asher’s neck, giving him a little squeeze. “Calm down, brother, we’ll figure it out.”
“How?” Asher broke away and started the pacing again. “How the fuck are we going to find her when we don’t even know who the hell she is?”
“Why don’t you tap your bond?”
Maddox’s words drew him up short, his heart rate kicking up a few notches.
“What bond?”
Maddox laughed, soft and low.
“You’re joking, right?” He shook his head. “Honestly, have you seen yourself? You’re acting like a bonded male if ever I’ve seen one. I think you’re even worse than this guy was.” He jerked his head at Cade.
“Wait a minute,” Asher rubbed his sternum. “You’re saying she’s myanam cara? That’s why I’m over here losing my shit?”
Holy fuck, when had he bonded with her? He was pretty sure he’d remember that.
“There was something between you two from the outset,” Cade said sagely. “I’ve never seen you look at a woman the way you were eyeing Duchess last night.”
“Did you claim her?” Maddox asked.
Asher combed through his memories, willing his cock to stand the fuck down as images of Duchess in the throes of passion filled his mind.
“No,” he admitted. “Not fully.”
He’d nipped her sure, and they’d had unprotected sex that one time, but it wasn’t enough.
“Then no wonder you’re out of your mind right now.” Maddox rose, taking out his phone. “She was with one of the motorcycle clubs, right?”
“Yes.” Asher nodded. “She and her crew were doing the poker run. I pulled cards for them… She got the queen of diamonds…”
Images of Duchess, naked on his bed wearing his jewels, filled his mind and Asher didn’t even try to stop them. Queen of diamonds indeed. God, it had been extraordinary the way they’d fit together, the way they’d complimented one another. The way they’d driven each other over the edge again and again. And damn, the way she’d worked his—
“Seriously, Ash,” Maddox growled through the pack link,“get out of your head.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.”
Shit. The last thing he wanted to do was broadcast his sexcapades to his Alpha. Or anyone else, for that matter.
“Did she say what stops they’d already hit?” Maddox asked, as though nothing had happened.
Asher shook his head. “Mav, their president, said they were headed for Wolf Creek, but I don’t know about the others. The rally’s in Durango and we’re the eastern-most venue on the poker run.”
“Then you go to Durango.”
“Yeah.” Asher met his Alpha’s eyes, hope blooming in his chest. “The final card draw station is at the rally. She’ll end up there eventually, no matter what order they visit the venues. Why the fuck didn’t I think of that?”
