None of us knew what the fuck was happening anymore.
We reached the clubhouse porch, and Anchor was already there, one hand braced against the front door as he held it open for us.“Most everyone’s inside,” he said quietly.“Pull and Post are still down by the docks cleaning up.”
I nodded once and carried McKayla into the clubhouse and conversation died instantly.Every head in the room turned toward us.
Pearl and Shay sat together on the couch near the fireplace.Lost stood behind the bar drying glasses even though none of them actually needed drying.
Skull leaned against the wall near the Church room door while Cross, Wannabe, and Vin spread out through the room.
All eyes landed on McKayla in my arms.
The guys already knew about the body.
Hell, the body had basically been shoved onto the back burner the second McKayla got hurt, because she was alive.And alive people complicated things way more than dead ones.
Pearl stood first, but Shay immediately followed.Both women moved toward us carefully, like they didn’t want to spook McKayla further.
I lowered her slowly to her feet.The second her boots hit the floor, she wobbled.My hand immediately locked around her waist before she could tip sideways.“Told you,” I muttered.
She shot me a look but didn’t argue this time.
Pearl offered her a small smile.“You’re McKayla, right?”
McKayla nodded carefully.“Yeah.”
“I’m Pearl.”
“And I’m Shay,” Shay added gently.
McKayla looked between them, probably trying to figure out how two completely normal-looking women ended up comfortable inside a biker clubhouse, sitting in the middle of a murder investigation.
Pearl glanced toward the stitches hidden beneath McKayla’s hair.“You okay?”
“She’s got a concussion,” Prime answered as he moved toward Shay automatically.The second he got close enough; Shay leaned into him without even seeming to realize she was doing it.
McKayla noticed, I could tell.She noticed everything.
Anchor shut the front door behind us and the heavy sound echoed through the room.“All right,” he said.“Let’s get everyone on the same page.”
That got the room moving.
The guys spread out through the common room while Pearl guided McKayla toward the couch slowly.
I stayed close enough to catch her if she tipped over again, which she almost did twice.“Stop hovering,” she muttered under her breath.
“You’re wobbling.”
“I am not.”
“You walked into the couch.”
“That couch came out of nowhere.”
Piney snorted loudly from his chair.“I like her.”
McKayla pointed weakly at him.“I’m undecided about you.”
“Fair.”
