Page 25 of Pieces of You

Then I heard Corey and the worry in his voice.

“But when are you leaving? Right now?”

Fuck.

In a matter of two or three seconds, those who were out at the house flooded the club area. It was as if everyone had been on high alert for the slightest indication that Greer was flying out to Los Angeles. Or wherever the Tenleys wanted him.

“Whoa, wait, what?” Kit flew off the sofa.

As did Noa, and Macklin, Tate, and Nora hurried in from the kitchen.

“I heard something,” Macklin stated, searching the room. “Who’s leaving? Greer?”

Lucian and Pen told people to calm down and let Greer speak, right when Colt and Ty returned from MadCo. And I’d thought Jordan had gone home when James had arrived, but I was wrong. They’d stuck around with Nathan.

“Did Reese’s Pieces call?” Noa demanded. “Are they okay?”

The whole scene caused my pulse to skyrocket.

“Oi!” Greer let out a sharp whistle. “Simmer down.”

That worked.

“Look,” Corey whispered, grabbing Greer’s phone out of his hand. Corey showed Kit the screen. Greer started talking, but I wanted to see the message.

“Are you going alone, Sir?” Tate asked.

Remember back in the day, some two weeks ago, when you offered your assistance?

I hate asking, but we could use you, buddy. We’re outside LA, but it’s probably not the ultimate destination.

I swallowed.

The text was from Reese.

“…asking questions I don’t know the answers to,” Greer was saying. “Yes, I’m goin’. That’s all I know. My communications will run through Colt while I’m away. Do not hassle my partners for updates. Whatever I tell them is private.”

Colt nodded toward the lobby, and nobody really had time to process or react before Greer followed him and Ty out of the club.

I released a breath and spotted Archie and Sloan in the doorway to the patio.

I knew exactly what was running through their minds. I’d been there. Every goddamn time Colt had deployed.

I didn’t miss those days. But at least I could be a decent support system for what came next.

Greer Finlay

Fucking finally.

I hadn’t felt this energized in over two weeks.

I was sure Cullen felt the same.

Ironically, we’d both waited for someone to fucking call us, and then it happened at the same time. Reese had reached out to me, and Ryan Quinn had reached out to Cullen.

We had shit to do now.

I dragged the towel over my face one last time before I left it in the laundry basket and walked out of our tiny bathroom. Archie was in the middle of preparing snacks for my drive up to New York, and Corey sat on the couch⁠—