“Did your fiancé not inform you that the meeting was no longer necessary?” All my practiced confidence scattered to the sky like a cluster of startled pigeons. “I … No, I suppose my phone must have been on silent. What’s happened?” How did Oran know about the meeting? They must have called him, and he’d known I was up to something, so he canceled the meeting. He’d told me before in no uncertain terms he didn’t want me near the club. This was him holding true to his word. Anger reared up inside me like a vicious cobra, neck spread wide and tongue hissing in warning.
Mitch glanced at his watch dismissively, oblivious to my growing wrath. “Perhaps you two should keep in better contact, then Mr. Byrne might have told you he is no longer a member at Olympus and saved you the trip over.” He pin
