By the time I walked out of Hart Ledger, I still hadn’t figured out how to talk to Laura about Victor without sounding like I was interrogating her. She spent the entire afternoon checking her phone. I started thinking that maybe I should tell her about Victor. I initially decided against it.
I stood outside with a few workers, pretending to listen to a conversation about someone’s weekend plans while my eyes kept drifting toward Jax and Mason waiting beside the black SUV.
Then I heard the engine.
I turned toward the street as a black motorcycle came around the corner and pulled toward the curb. The rider was wearing a black helmet, a leather cut over a dark shirt, jeans, heavy boots.
I watched him slow the bike and pull up beside the SUV.
I knew exactly who he was, even before h
