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Ramona had come to Skull Island because she was scared and needed my help. Now her RV ran, Wade was gone, and nothing was keeping her here.

Nothing except me.

I pulled her down onto my lap and kissed her.

She wasn’t staying because she had nowhere else to go. She was staying because this was where she wanted to be.

With me.

And if Ramona decided she needed to hit the road again someday, that was fine too. I’d just be riding shotgun.

Chapter Nineteen

Skull

I was halfway through my second cup of coffee when Lost walked into the clubhouse. “Anchor around?”

I glanced toward the hallway. “Still in his room.”

It was early enough that most of the clubhouse was quiet. A couple of the guys were moving around, but nobody seemed in much of a hurry to start the day. After everything that had happened lately, I wasn’t complaining about a quiet morning.

“Why?” I asked.

Lost stopped on the other side of the bar. “Got a woman at the gate.”

I took another drink of coffee. “Congratulations.”

“She’s asking for Ron.”

The cup stopped halfway back to the bar. “What?”

“Said she’s looking for Ron.”

I set my coffee down. “You ask who she is?”

Lost shook his head. “Figured I’d get Anchor.”

“Leave him.” I pushed away from the bar. “I’ll go.”

Lost followed me outside, but I waved him off when we hit the parking lot.

“I got it.”

He nodded and headed back toward the clubhouse while I made my way toward the front of the property.

A woman stood on the other side of the gate next to a dark SUV.

She wasn’t what I’d expected. Not that I had any fucking clue what I’d expected.

She had her arms folded over her chest and one hip cocked slightly to the side. She didn’t look scared. Didn’t look nervous either.

If anything, she looked annoyed.

Her eyes landed on me as I approached, dropping briefly to my cut before coming back to my face.

“You looking for Ron?” I asked.

“Yeah.” She glanced behind me. “Is he here?”