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“Surprise me,” Quinn answers and I nod.

“Okay. See you tonight.”

We say good-bye and I hang up before tossing my phone in the cup holder and reversing out of the parking spot.

“Who was that?”

I glance over at Tate and shake my head. “None of your business.”

“Oh, Lukie,” she teases, grinning. “Have you forgotten that I could just make you tell me?”

“Do you remember the conversation we had about not causing bodily harm to the people you care about?” I say, narrowing my eyes at her and she laughs. I’ve never met anyone quite like Tate and she’s quickly become one of my best friends, especially after Kodiak suggested that she try working for the P.I. side of the club. It’s honestly been a perfect fit with her skill set but she’s still a little too hot-headed to be out on her own. Tate has more of an act first, ask questions later attitude that can get her into trouble but that’s the reason that Kodiak fell in love with her.

“Of course I do. Now, tell me who that was.”

I sigh. “Quinn.”

“Ohh, the girl from the car accident,” she teases with a giggle. “Ali was telling me all about her. I take it from the part of the conversation I heard things are going well?”

“Yeah.”

She leans across the cab, inspecting my face. “What’s wrong? Is it not going well?”

“No, it’s not that,” I answer before sighing. “It’s just that she told me something last night about her past… something traumatic, and it’s just driving me crazy today. I want to fix it for her.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she exclaims, leaning back in her seat as she shakes her head. “Freaking men. You all want to fix everything but she didn’t share that part of herself with you so you could fix it.”

“I know…”

“No,” she interrupts. “You don’t know if it’s still bugging you. When she told you whatever she told you, she was giving you a piece of herself, of her heart, and the only damn thing you need to do is protect and cherish it. Believe me, if she needs you to fix something, she’ll let you know.”

“How am I supposed to just listen to it, knowing that she’s in so much pain and not do anything about it?”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be dense, Luke. It’s not a good look on you. By listening to her and holding her as she breaks down, you are fixing it. If she feels safe enough to open up to you, then you are fixing it every fucking day you’re with her so all you gotta do is not fuck it up.”

“Right,” I say with a nod. “Don’t fuck it up. Any other advice, nosey?”

We pull into Sunrise Diner where Tate used to work and where we’re meeting our client, Kayla. Tate shakes her head. “Not right now but I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.”

“I’m sure you will.”

She grabs the file of photos and receipts we’re presenting to Kayla today and opens it, skimming through the shots I got last week.

“Shit,” she hisses when she gets to a particularly lewd shot of Kayla’s husband, Bobby, getting his dick sucked. “What an asshole.”

“You ready to do this?” I ask and she nods. I scan the parking lot as we climb out of the truck and spot Kayla’s car on the far side of the lot. I never like these kinds of meetings but I get the feeling that Kayla’s just looking for an excuse to leave her husband and that’s exactly what I’m bringing her today. I’m not delivering terrible news or breaking someone’s heart and it’s a nice change of pace.

Tate nudges me as we walk into the diner, pointing to the back corner where Kayla is sitting, gazing out the window. She waves to a few of the employees as we make our way through the tables and Kayla looks up as we approach her table.

“Hi,” she says, standing and shaking both of our hands.

“How are you doing, Darlin’?” I ask as we sit down and her lips part as she shrugs.

“Oh, you know… just going a little crazy. Did you guys find anything?”

I nod, sliding the folder across the table. “Yes, ma’am. We did.”

She opens the folder, anger replacing her smile as she flicks through the photos. Finally, she slaps the folder closed and nods.