We headed into the hallway together.“Why can’t you tell me?”I asked.
“Because that’s club business.”
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt my concussion.“It’s my business if it has something to do with my sister.”
“We don’t know if she has anything to do with it.”
“That’s becoming everyone’s favorite sentence around here.”
We reached the common room just as Anchor stepped out from near the bar with a coffee mug in his hand.“Who has to do with what?”he asked.
I looked directly at him.“If my sister has something to do with your club business.”
Anchor’s gaze shifted toward Push immediately.
Not angry exactly, more assessing.
Push lifted both hands slightly.“I haven’t told her anything.She’s chomping at the bit to know more, and I told her I needed to run it by you first.”
That told me two things instantly.
One: Push took club rules seriously.
And two: He wasn’t about to break them for me.
Honestly?Good.If he had suddenly started spilling secrets because I smiled at him once in a bathroom mirror, I probably would’ve trusted him less.
Anchor looked back at me slowly, and wow, that man had a stare that could probably make grown criminals confess to tax fraud.
I actually straightened unconsciously beneath it, because unlike some people, Anchor didn’t strike me as someone who softened answers to make people feel better.He looked like the kind of man who gave ugly truths exactly the way they were.
“Uh…” I cleared my throat slightly.“Push said he’ll take me to get my stuff after breakfast.Maybe when we get back you can go over everything that’s been happening, and I can help?”
The room stayed quiet for a second.Anchor studied me hard enough that I started second-guessing the entire idea.
Then finally, he nodded once.“Okay.”
I blinked.Wait, that easy.Apparently, I wasn’t the only one surprised because Push glanced at him, too.
Anchor took another drink of coffee.“Might be good having somebody with your background tell us what you think.”
Well, that was either encouraging or deeply concerning.Probably both.
The smell hit me the second we walked farther into the clubhouse kitchen area.
Bacon, coffee, pancakes.Actual homemade food.My stomach betrayed me immediately with a loud growl.
Pearl looked up from the stove and smiled knowingly.“Perfect timing.”
Shay stood beside her flipping pancakes while Lost leaned against the counter drinking coffee.
“Morning,” Shay said brightly.
“Is it?”I muttered.
Push grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured coffee while Pearl pointed at me with a spatula.“You need food before you fall over again.”
“I have not fallen over that much.”
