“I don’t know. There wasn’t an invoice or a card.”
“You have a secret admirer you haven’t told us about?” Viper lifted it out of Crash’s hands.
“No. Maybe Sasha bought it for me. It’s not like I can ask her right now.”
“Nope,” Crash denied that belief. “I keep an eye on the credit card statements. No one bought a wallet.”
Train didn’t know who would have done it then. He scoured his mind. The only person outside of the club who could have possibly ordered it for him was unlikely. Killyama didn’t seem the type of woman to give gifts. The bitch wouldn’t give him the time of day, much less buy him a wallet. But if she had, Train didn’t want it.
Seeing the stares of the brothers, he could tell they were thinking it was from her, too.
Going to the trashcan beside the bar, he threw the box inside.
“Don’t throw it away. If you don’t want it, I’ll take it.” Cash strode to the trashcan, taking it out. “I can give it to Greer for his birthday.”
Train snatched it back from Cash. He had overreacted. He would keep it until he found out who sent it. If it was Killyama, he would give it back to her. Greer Porter wasn’t getting it.
“I changed my mind. Willa could have sent it to me.” Train hadn’t considered Willa before, but she liked giving presents out, so did Lily. Until he knew for sure, he would put it in his dresser.
“If you change your mind again, let me know. Greer’s birthday is next week.”
“You give Greer a wallet with my name, you’re practically begging Rachel to divorce you.”
“I don’t know why. It’s not like Greer can spell.” Cash laughed as he went back to the pool table.
“Greer might not be able to, but Rachel can.”
“Dinner’s ready!” Stori poked her head around the kitchen door to yell. Seeing Train, she came further into the room as the brothers nearly ran him down to get into the kitchen. “I saved you a big pork chop, and I put plenty of potatoes on it, just the way you like.”
Stori eagerly anticipated his praise for fixing his favorite meal. However, fatigue hit him and what appetite he’d had disappeared. The thought of spending the next hour gushing over how good the food was soured his stomach.
“Go ahead. I need to take a shower and get some sleep. Save my plate, and I’ll reheat it when I wake up.”
Stori’s face fell in disappointment. “Want me to join you? I snacked while I was cooking. I can—”
Train shook his head. “There’s no need for you to wait around for me to wake. Go keep Cash company. He’s probably missing Rachel.”
“Okay. Call me when you wake up, and I’ll warm the food for you.”
Nodding, he then went upstairs, trying to shake off the thought that Killyama had sent the wallet. Was it her way of saying she was sorry? Or had she ordered it before she had decided to bust Sasha? Either way, he placed it in his dresser before he showered, so he wouldn’t see it.
Train let the cold water run down his head, wetting his long hair. He needed to cut it. He liked to keep the length to his shoulders, but slicking it back, he realized it was down his back.
Naked, he stepped out of the shower then searched through the drawers until he found his scissors. Pulling his hair back, he braided it. Then he cut it at the length he wanted, dropping the end into the trash. Going back inside the shower, he finished washing off.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he went to his bedroom, closing and locking the door before turning the light off and lying down on the empty bed. The silence struck him. Usually, one or more of the women stayed in his room at night. Well, they had before he had been an idiot and talked to Killyama that night at Rosie’s.
“Fuck.” Train raised his arm to cover his eyes. He had never been affected by a woman so much that he couldn’t fuck another to take his mind off her. That Killyama had accomplished the impossible feat filled him with self-loathing.
He would grab a couple hours sleep. When he woke up, he would fuck Stori, Jewell, and Ember. By morning, he wouldn’t remember Killyama’s name. If that didn’t work, he had a couple of the new recruits he hadn’t given his vote to yet. One way or another, he was going to forget she had ever shared his bed.
Unable to doze off with her on his mind, he reached for his cell phone. Viper answered on the first ring.
“I want to go to Ohio. A few days is all I’m asking.”
“Go then. Check with Jewell to make sure your shifts are covered.”