“He’ll know you’re doing that.”
“Honey, you’re not getting in some rideshare for an hour—”
“Razzle,” I hissed into the phone. “If you send a recruit, he will know, and no one wants that. I’m quite capable of grabbing a car.”
She sighed. A loud, dramatic one.
“I’m serious, Raquel, just leave it alone. I’ve got this.”
“Fine, but I don’t like it,” she said.
“Noted. Now, I’ve gotta go find a better flight.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” I hung up, then found a quiet corner where I could pull out my laptop without prying eyes. Canceled flight, my ass. I’m Jette fucking McCormick, for God’s sake. I’d hacked more than my share of ‘unhackables,’ a tiny airline was child’s play.
Less than ten minutes later, I had a first-class seat on a flight leaving in thirty minutes. Only, this flight would be landing in Colorado Springs instead of Denver. No driving an hour or more in traffic to Monument. The hedge-fund CEO I’d bumped wasn’t going to be particularly happy, but afterdoing a quick dive into his personal background, he’d been a very naughty boy last tax season, so he deserved it.
I had to make a run for another gate, so I packed up my computer and headed that way, arriving just in the nick of time. I texted Raquel to let her know I’d be landing in Colorado Springs instead of Denver, then settled in for the long flight from D.C.
* * *
Landing early, I disembarked to find a biker I didn’t recognize waiting outside the security area. I pretended I didn’t see him and tried to walk past but he was having none of it.
“I was warned you’d try to evade me, Sierra,” he said, jogging to catch up to me. “I’m Healy, and I’m your ride.”
“I don’t need a ride.”
“Sundance says you need a ride,” he argued. “So, you need a ride.”
I hissed out a curse. “How much of the funeral have I missed?”
“They’re heading to the gravesite now.” He frowned. “Do you have to get bags from baggage claim?”
“No. How fast can you drive?”
“Fast.”
“Let’s go,” I ordered, waving my hand.
I followed him out to one of the club trucks, and I knew it was one of the club trucks because it was familiar to me. Wrath used it regularly when he had to haul shit to and fro because he was one of the brothers who refused to purchase an alternativevehicle to his bike. His argument had been that he hated being caged in, but on the off-chance he had to be, the club had trucks he could borrow.
Pulling up to the gravesite, I could see the ceremony was already in full swing, so Healy and I hung back. We snuck to the seats in the back and sat down as quietly as possible.
The ceremony had just ended when Scooby saw me and made his way over to me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “Thanks for coming.”
I gave him a watery smile. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
Scooby was Scrappy’s biological brother, and he was also one of my best friends. The problem with seeing him, however, meant I could no longer hold my composure and I burst into tears.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Wrath growled, and before I could register what was going on, I was lifted out of my seat and thrown over his shoulder.
“Wrath!” I squealed, pounding on his back. “Put me down.”
Wrath faced Scooby keeping me firmly where I was. “You! I’m gonna fuckin’ deal with you later.”
“Wrath,” I screamed again. “I’m going to rip your dick off if you don’t put me down.”