“Just peachy,” I tell him.
The two of them chuckle, but I see the look that passes between them. Before night’s end, I know they’ll be calling a clubmeeting to discuss who’s going to tail me. I know they think it’s for my own good, but they’re wrong on this.
Mila is my focus, but she needs Serenity … and I need her too.
I glance around, searching for an ally. My eyes stop on the least likely person in the room.
Every few minutes I see one of the guys look at their phones. Fuck, Cub is already at it. I don’t need to glance at him to know his phone is in his hand.
Wolfe distracts me from him. “Do you need another drink, brother?”
“Sure, and I suppose I’d better go over there and apologize to Carver.”
He glances across the room and smiles. “That was the first time I ever saw that boy on the defense.”
It takes monumental effort not to tell him how much he deserved it. He shouldn’t have scared her, then I wouldn’t have had to scare him.
“Why don’t you pour me one of whatever he’s having?”
“Good idea. A peace offering is always wise,” he tells me.
Carver looks down at his phone. Fuck. Cub’s already messaged him.
“Here you go.” Wolfe slides the glass over to me.
As soon as I stand, Carver looks for me. When his eyes land on mine, he visibly cringes when I begin to approach him.
“Really? Me? You’re coming to me first out of everyone in this room?”
“Just hear me out,” I say, setting his drink in front of him. It’s an unspoken rule. If he takes a sip, he’s agreeing to let me continue.
He rolls his eyes and picks up the glass.
I don’t waste any time. “You saw the look on her face. You know.”
“Doesn’t matter. For Mila’s sake we had to cut her loose.”
“The look you saw. The fear in her eyes. The betrayal. It’s because Serenity is Mila.”
The way he looks away from me tells me I’m getting somewhere.
“I’m not crazy. I won’t do anything to risk Mila, but I need for Serenity to be okay too, even if that means she’s not with me.”
“You want me to pull her out of there?”
“For her own good.”
He runs his teeth against the bar in his tongue as he thinks about what I’ve said. “And you’ll stay away?”
“If that is what you think is best after talking to her, and I don’t mean scaring the shit out of her. Talk to her.”
“So, you’re hoping I’ll bring her back.”
“I am.” No use lying. “But with that said, Mila has to be my first thought, and I want it to be yours too.”
“What if she doesn’t want to come with me?”
“Will that be a problem?”