Page 82 of Striker’s Rebel

Striker filled me in last night. Jamie and his friends were stealing specific cases before they reached Red Den, and the trail led from a storage unit to a company handling a Defense Foundation dinner.

They still didn’t know why.

“Something new?”

“Looks like it.”

Striker takes my hand.

“You’ll stay at the cabin.”

“And you’re going to the clubhouse?”

“Yeah.”

Normally, the order would irritate me on principle.

Today, I don’t argue.

“Fine.”

His eyes narrow slightly. “That easy?”

“Don’t ruin it.”

The corner of his mouth moves.

At the cabin, Striker pulls the truck in beside the house and kills the engine.

He comes inside with me.

“Lock the door.”

“I know.”

“Don’t open it for anyone but me.”

“I know.”

“June.”

I look up at him.

“What?”

“Humor me.”

I sigh.

“Fine.”

His thumb brushes my cheek.

“I’ll be back.”

“Soon.”

“I will.”