“What?” he snarled, not even bothering to see who the hell had such lousy damn timing. “What?”
“Clubhouse.” Wolf’s voice was low, cold, emotionless, and Scars snapped right to attention. He knew that tone, and he knew that whatever it was that had caused Wolf to call it out, Scars wasn’t going to like it. “Now, man.”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Ten."
“Yeah.”
Both men disconnected without another word, and Zoe narrowed her eyes at the distracted, distant look his face. In less than five seconds, he’d gone from totally focused on her to mentally checked-out. In his head, Scars was already on his bike, heading to whatever mess or dirty business was waiting for him – she was already a thing of the past, a blip in his day.
It would have always been like this, she knew, if they’d ever actually gott
