Pain in the ass.
McKayla moved to the table next, gathering papers and stuffing them into a folder.
My eyes caught one.A printed photo of a woman with similar dark hair and the same eyes.
Erin.
McKayla noticed where I was looking and snatched the photo up a little too quickly.“My sister,” she said.
“I figured.”
Her jaw tightened, but she carefully tucked the photo into the inside pocket of the bag instead of shoving it with the rest.
That told me enough.
Everything else got crammed into the bag, but Erin’s picture went into the inside pocket by itself.
She disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a toiletry bag, toothbrush sticking out of the top.
“Finally,” she muttered.“The real victim here was my breath.”
Pearl laughed.“You’re concussed and worried about your breath?”
“I woke up in a clubhouse full of attractive people with motorcycle cuts.I have standards.”
Pearl’s eyebrows lifted.
McKayla froze for a second.Then pointed at all of us.“That was a general statement.”
“Sure,” Pearl said.
I kept my face blank.
Barely.
McKayla shoved the toiletry bag into the duffle and zipped it hard.“I hate all of you.”
“You just met us,” Pearl said.
“I’m efficient.”
I grabbed the duffle before she could lift it.
“I can carry my own bag,” she said.
“I know.”
“And yet?”
I slung it over my shoulder.“And yet.”
She stared at me, clearly annoyed, but there was less heat behind it this time.Maybe she was too tired or maybe she was starting to figure out arguing with me didn’t always get her anywhere.
Either one worked.
“We need to check you out,” I said.
She made a face.“Can’t we just leave?”
