Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
King let out a low curse. “Fuck. Sounds like they’re definitely hiding something big. Any idea what’s inside?”
“Nothing I could confirm from here,” I admitted, frustration simmering beneath the surface. “But it’s no damn training facility. They’re operating like it’s a holding center or something equally fucked. There’s too much security for this to be anything less than serious.”
“All right.” There was a brief pause stretching between us before he spoke again, his tone decisive. “For now, keep eyes and ears on the place. We need to know exactly what we’re dealing with before we move. Echo will set up surveillance equipment tomorrow to start monitoring. You’re lead on this—observe and report back as soon as anything changes. Stay sharp.”
“Understood.”
The line went quiet as he disconnected, and I shoved the phone back into my pocket, irritation prickling under my skin as I swung onto my bike and fired up the engine. My instincts screamed that this was the kind of trouble that could escalate into chaos if we weren’t careful. But knowing we had a plan of action settled some of that restless energy, allowing me to shift focus toward another priority.
I took the long way home, the cool night air whipping around me and gradually clearing my head as I rode back toward Riverstone. My thoughts drifted naturally to Clara, the image of her face when I’d kissed her in the corn maze flashing vividly in my mind. When I left her earlier today, it was with the promise of something deeper than just casual attraction. Even knowing shit was brewing with the club, my thoughts kept circling back to her. Which reinforced who she was to me because I’d never had a problem focusing on club business until her.
When I parked my bike in the underground garage of my building and stepped into the elevator, I pulled out my phone, unable to wait a moment longer. A faint smile tugged at my lips when I pressed Clara’s name on my screen. She answered before the second ring finished, warmth spreading through my chest at the sound of her voice.
“Hey, you,” she greeted, her tone teasing and warm. “I figured you’d forgotten about me already. You never called after you left.”
There was a hint of vulnerability that made me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let go.
“Could never forget you, baby.” I leaned against the elevator wall, my exhaustion fading with the sound of her soft laughter. “Just had some shit to handle today. But hearing your voice is exactly what I needed tonight.”
“You doing okay?” she asked, a note of genuine concern threading through her voice. “You sound tired.”
“Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix,” I assured her, already feeling the tension of the day slip away the longer we talked. “Although, if I were with you, I’m sure I’d come up with some activities that would be worth losing more sleep.”
Clara’s breath hitched, and my smile grew into a wide grin. I liked knowing that even with all that sass, I could throw her for a loop. I wondered what she would do if I showed up there tonight. But it was too soon. Besides, I wouldn’t exactly be able to act on any of my fantasies with her parents and siblings down the hall.
Then my brows drew together as I realized I didn’t actually know where Clara lived. “You home? Didn’t figure your family for being so quiet.”
“I’m home,” she confirmed. “But I live alone. My parents built an apartment over the store so I could move out and have privacy, while still being close. I’ve been here since we closed up a little while ago.”
Protectiveness tightened my chest, an instinctive surge that caught me off guard. I hadn’t realized she lived alone, especially so close to the entrance to the farm—open and accessible, probably with minimal security. The idea of her being vulnerable twisted something fiercely protective deep inside me.
“Not sure how I feel about you bein’ all on your own like that,” I murmured, keeping my voice even so I wouldn’t alarm her. But my mind was already working, calculating exactly what kind of security setup she probably had in place. I decided right then I’d check it out personally and add whatever was necessary to keep her safe.
“I’m good, Ronan,” she assured me, a faint laugh softening her words. “I’ve lived here for a couple of years now. Besides, my family’s right here on the property if I ever need anything.”
Yeah, but her parents’ house was set all the way back on the east side of the property so they had plenty of privacy when the orchard and farm were open. That left her far too exposed for my comfort.
The elevator came to a smooth stop, and the doors opened silently. I stepped into the hall as I replied, “We’ll see. Want to make sure you’re safe, baby. I protect what’s mine.”