POV: Cole
Lacey lived in a studio above the hardware store on Mill Street, which she rented at a below-market rate from a landlord who owed the club three favors and kept them in a drawer. Cole had been the one to arrange it, eighteen months ago, when she'd needed somewhere to land. He remembered thinking she seemed grateful. He remembered thinking he'd done the right thing. He was thinking something different now. He went in the morning, before the bar opened, with Ghost two steps behind him and Evie on his left—her choice, not his. He'd tried to leave her at the clubhouse. She'd given him a look that closed the discussion.
"I'm not waiting in a safe room while you question a woman about me," she'd said. "I want to see her face."
Lacey answered the door in a silk robe, hair loose, cup
