I washed my face again before blindly reaching toward where I thought the towel was.
Instead of grabbing fabric, warm fingers brushed mine first.I blinked and looked up.
Push stood right beside me now, holding the towel out.
I hadn’t even heard him move.
The bathroom suddenly felt very small and very full of a six-foot-something tattooed biker.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“You’re welcome.”
I pressed the towel against my face mostly to avoid staring at him too obviously, because wow, up close in actual daylight?
Push was unfairly attractive.
Not polished, pretty, or clean-cut handsome, just rough in a way that looked very dangerous for common sense.He had dark eyes, a sharp jaw, a crooked nose that looked like it had been broken at least once, and tattoos.
So many tattoos.
The kind that disappeared beneath his shirt collar and wrapped around his forearms.
I lowered the towel slowly and found him still watching me.“I need my stuff if you plan on holding me hostage longer,” I informed him.
One corner of his mouth lifted slightly.“Yeah, we’ll go get your stuff.”
I narrowed my eyes.“No luck on being let go, huh?”
He shook his head once.“We’re not holding you hostage.”
I scoffed and tossed the towel at his chest.“Is this just a weird way bikers date?”The second the words left my mouth; I wanted to physically throw myself through the bathroom wall.
Oh my God.Why would I say that?
We were not flirting.
This was not flirting.
I didn’t flirt with men who carried dead bodies around haunted islands, even if they did look annoyingly good leaning against bathroom counters.
Push caught the towel easily, and for one horrifying second, I thought I saw amusement flicker deeper into his expression.“Pearl and Shay are making breakfast,” he said smoothly, like I hadn’t just verbally embarrassed myself.“We can head to the motel after.”
Thank God.I turned quickly and brushed past him out of the bathroom before my concussion allowed me to say anything else stupid.“Maybe after breakfast you guys can actually tell me everything you know about my sister.”
Push followed me into the bedroom while I shoved my feet into my shoes.
“We don’t know anything.”
I looked up immediately.“Was she here?”
He shrugged once.“We don’t know.We’ve been checking cameras, but we haven’t seen her.”
That made my stomach twist, because if Erin wasn’t caught on any cameras, that meant she was never there or whoever took her knew how to avoid surveillance.Neither option felt good.
“Maybe I can look at the footage,” I said.“And maybe you guys can tell me what the hell’s been going on around here.”
Push looked at me carefully.“You’re gonna have to take that up with Anchor.”
