Lynx nodded.
“Have you seen a girl with long black hair? I have no idea what she’d be wearing. The last time I saw her, she had on a red beanie hat and an army green jacket.”
Lynx furrowed his brow. “Sorry, man. She doesn’t sound familiar. All I’ve seen are old drunks.”
“Who’s the girl?” I asked.
Ryder scratched the back of his head. “A homeless chick I’d sort of met. Don’t know her name. Hell, never really talked to her. She had the prettiest brown doe-eyes I’d ever seen. She’s the reason I got locked up.”
“Oh shit,” I said, shock in my voice. “You think she’s still in the area?”
Ryder shrugged. “No idea. She might’ve moved on after the attack.”
“Well, if I see anyone who looks like her, I’ll let you know,” Lynx told Ryder.
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it. Just don’t approach her. She’s pretty skittish.” Ryder dropped his head, appearing sad.
“Will do.” Lynx turned toward me. “I came here to ask if you’d like to pick up some shifts at the bar. With Ire promoted to enforcer, I need someone to cover him when he can’t work.”
I grinned wide. “You want me to be a bouncer?”
“Yep, I do.” He gripped my bicep. “I think you’re plenty strong enough after all the bulk you’ve packed on over the last year.”
“Shit, brother. That’d be awesome. Anything to get me out of the clubhouse in the evenings.”
Lynx considered me. “Still having trouble with Misty?”
“Naw, I manage to avoid her after the incident in the kitchen.”
Ryder hiked an eyebrow. “What kind of incident?”
I ignored his question. “When do you want me to start?” I asked Lynx.
“Tomorrow at five.”
“I’ll be there.”
Lynx tapped the counter. “All right. You boys have a good day.” He strutted out of the building.
Boys? Freaking Lynx.
“He’s pretty cool too. Heck, I think all the guys are.” Ryder stared at the door.
“They are, for the most part.” I bit down on my back molars. Bitterness still pumped inside me, though I tried to get over how my brothers chose Justin over me. “Better get to work before Hero comes out of his office.” I needed some quiet. All this talking overwhelmed me.
When noon rolled around, Hero exited his office. He’d been locked in there for several hours. During that time, I had managed the front and directed Ryder in his cleaning.
“Church is Sunday night, brother.” He clapped me on the back. “Seven o’clock.”
“Really?” Hope bloomed in my chest. “Is it about Emilee?”
Hero pursed his lips together. “Sorry. Forgot you were waiting for Storm to call church about her. Not sure. He didn’t sound happy. That’s not a good sign.”
I exhaled a deep breath, dropping my head as I braced my hands on the counter. “When does Storm ever sound happy?”
Hero chuckled. “Never.”
“Fuck, I’m scared to hope I’ll ever get them back,” I muttered, mostly to myself, but apparently Hero had heard.