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I started toward the door. My whole body was exhausted from the walking, and my throat was starting to ache again. I was probably going to need to pass out later whether I wanted to or not.

But before that, for the first time since I’d woken up in that hospital, I had something useful to give my club.

Chapter Nine

Ramona

Bob barely made it through the clubhouse doors before he called Anchor’s name. He stopped his wheelchair and looked over his shoulder.

Anchor was standing near the bar with Skull beside him. Whatever they’d been talking about ended the second they saw Bob’s face.

“What happened?” Anchor asked.

Bob glanced at me before looking back at him. “I remembered something.”

That was all it took.

Anchor straightened. Skull pushed away from the bar.

“What?” Skull asked.

Bob looked around the common room. There were too many people moving around, too many conversations happening, and even I knew whatever Bob had remembered wasn’t something they were going to talk about with everyone listening.

Anchor jerked his chin toward the hallway. “Church.”

Bob started rolling in that direction and I followed him. I had no idea what ‘church’ meant, but I figured I would find out.

He made it about three feet before realizing I was there and looked back at me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Uh, ‘church?’”

He shook his head. “Church is for the club only, doll.”

I quirked my lips. “Really?”

Skull walked past us. “Club business,” he said, as if I knew at all what that meant.

“Ramona,” Pearl called. “You get to hang out with us. The guys like to think that they have secrets when they head to Church, but you just need to know that we’ll find out the highlights when it’s all over.”

Shay patted the couch next to her. “We are about to start Twister, and then go right into Twisters with Hottie McHot Pants.”

“Who the hell are you talking about?” Prime asked. “I wasn’t in no damn movie.”

“Dear God,” McKayla groaned. She flitted her fingers at him. “Don’t you worry your head about what we are going to be doing out here.”

“Lost,” Anchor called. “You stay out here with the girls.”

Lost was behind the bar polishing a tall beer glass. “You got it.”

“Pop some popcorn,” Pearl called. “You can watch the movie with us, Lost.”

This was another weird time with the club. The guys were all serious, ready to head into some important meeting, and the girls were getting ready to have a movie marathon that I was supposed to join. I looked down at Bob. “I have so many questions right now.”

Bob chuckled. “Save them for tonight. I’ll answer them all.” He looked toward the hallway, then back at me. “Don’t disappear.”

“Go,” I told him. “Tell them what you remembered.”