No one approaches me, and I don’t know exactly how to feel about it.
The other members find their partners and start to disburse.
“I can give you a ride home,” Faith offers, but Legend shakes his head as he approaches.
“She can’t leave.”
Instead of asking the questions like I expect my best friend and lawyer to, she simply nods as if Legend’s word is law around here.
I open my drunken mouth to argue, but Kincaid walks back into the clubhouse, Spade only a couple feet behind him.
The club president gives me a weak smile as he approaches. “I need to speak with you.”
I follow the sweep of his hand as he points to the conference room, but my feet feel frozen in place.
“Come on,” Spade urges, the warmth of his hand on my back.
Instinct tells me to shove him away, to remind him that he had that very same fucking arm on the back of another woman tonight, but the serious look in his eyes warns me of the consequences of doing so.
I look to Faith for advice, taking a step toward the conference room when she nods her approval.
“Who was that little girl?” I ask before Spade steps away to close the conference room doors.
No one answers me as Kincaid walks right back out of the room after escorting me inside.
It leaves Spade and me alone inside, but the man can’t even seem to look at me.
My head swims with regret of drinking so much tonight because this seems like a very fucking serious situation, and all I can focus on is the flat line of Spade’s mouth.
It feels like an eternity of silence before Kincaid reenters with his VP, Shadow, as well as Farmington Police Detective Colton Matthews.
I know in my soul I haven’t done anything wrong, but that doesn’t stop nervousness from forming sweat on my palms. My heart is racing, my mind wandering to my grandfather.
“Is it Big Daddy?” I ask, tears swelling in my eyes as I look across the room.
Kincaid looks to the back corner and I see Max sitting back there. I didn’t even realize he was in the room.
“Theodore Davis is fine. Took his evening meds without issue before bed at seven this evening,” Max says after typing something into his keyboard.
I look back to Kincaid. He’s the big man on campus around here, and I realize I’ve only ever seen the man smile. That is until whatever has happened tonight because the man looks absolutely drained, and I know it has to do with the situation and not the time.
“What’s going on?” I ask, shaking my head a little when the club president swims a little in front of me.
“She’s drunk. Maybe this isn’t the right time,” Spade says.
“I’m fucking fine,” I hiss at him. “Mind your damn business.”
“I want you to tell me everything you know about Will Varon.”
I blink at Kincaid, his words taking a little too long for my brain to calculate, but when it does, I gasp.
The weird feeling Spade felt.
The money the man seems to have.
The work Cerberus does.
The little girl.