Eight
Cole––––––––
I DROVE BACK to the clubhouse and called Raina to let her know that I wouldn’t be able to meet her.
“Why?”
“Some club business.”
She let out a frustrated sigh.
“Sorry, Raina. Tell Uncle Sal that I’ll visit him tomorrow.”
“What kind of club business, Cole?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” I replied, knowing that Tank wouldn’t want me telling anyone anything. Least of all Raina. If he wanted her to know, he’d do it himself later. After I told him.
“Cole–”
“I gotta go,” I said, walking back toward Tank’s office. “Bye.”
I hung up before she could grill me anymore. Now that Raina was engaged to Tank, she was always trying to pry info from me. It was because she knew so little that I knew opening my big mouth would have been a mistake.
I knocked on Tank’s door.
