“I do though.”
“Why?”
“Because Erin is missing.”
Shay’s expression softened immediately.“McKayla, you’re still allowed to feel things.”
“Even inappropriate biker things?”
Pearl snorted.“Especially biker things.”
I groaned loudly.
Shay leaned closer.“Listen.You can still focus on finding your sister while liking Push.”
“And,” Pearl added, “it’s probably a good thing you have him helping you.”
I lowered my hands slowly.
Pearl smiled softly.“Push cares about you already.Everyone sees it.”
My cheeks heated instantly.“No he doesn’t.”
“All he does is stare at you and threaten everyone around you,” Shay said.
“That’s basically biker flirting,” Pearl agreed.
I laughed despite myself.
And maybe because of the margaritas, or the exhaustion, or the way Push had looked at me earlier… I stopped fighting it quite so hard.
Because the truth was simple.I liked him.A lot more than I should, and maybe that didn’t have to mean I was betraying Erin somehow.Maybe it just meant I was human.
Shay suddenly hollered toward the hallway.“Prime!Refill!”
“I am not your bartender!”he shouted.
“Please!”
Silence.Then, “Fine.”
I laughed into my drink.
Prime appeared a minute later with another smaller pitcher while muttering something about enabling chaos.
“I’m done after this glass,” I announced immediately.
Prime leaned against the doorway.“Good.Bar’s closed.”
“Rude,” Shay muttered.
“It’s after midnight,” Prime said.“Pearl’s problem is already stewing at the bar, and it looks like McKayla might have her own problem now.”
He glanced meaningfully down the hallway.
My stomach flipped again.
Anchor’s deep voice suddenly boomed from the common room.“Pearl!”
