What the ever-loving hell?
My mouth snaps shut.
I see the recognition in his eyes. His gaze drags over my body, stopping at my tight t-shirt that hugs my breasts, its scoop neckline revealing cleavage I didn’t have the last time he saw me. His gaze moves on to my hips and legs.
At twenty-nine, my figure is no longer that of a teenage girl.
I wait for him to say my name, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. He stands there like we don’t know each other, like he didn’t give me my first kiss when I was seventeen.
I take him in and try to remember to breathe.
Ho-ly crap.He looks good in that cut.
He’s harder now, with more muscles and way more ink on his arms.
I wonder immediately how much more of it is hidden beneath his shirt.
I want to know when he got it, who did it, andwhere the fuckhe’s been all these years.
I lick my lips, and his eyes latch onto my mouth.
“What happened?” Utah asks, dragging my attention to him.
“That fucking ski-mask gang. Three of them came to the front door. The first one through had a shotgun. Shot the ceiling tiles, then the front window. I’m lucky no one was hurt.”
“Why didn’t you fucking call us?” Utah snaps.
“I called the police.”
“Why not the club? Rock has a right to know.”
“Sorry. I was a little shell-shocked last night. I had a lot to deal with. I was going to call him today.”
Utah shifts on his feet.
I’m sure my answer doesn’t please him, but he doesn’t give me anymore grief.
“Who boarded up the window?” He gestures to it.
“Ray called a company. They came right out.”
“The club would have done it for free.”
“I didn’t call the club. Again, I was a little worked up.”
“That’s exactly when youcall the fucking club,Maggie.”
It’s the first time my name is spoken in front of Sully.
Utah sees my eyes shift to him and gestures with his thumb. “This is Keno. Guess you haven’t met.”
Sully—aka Keno—nods at me, and I do the same back.Keno?What the hell kind of name is that?
“You need any help?” Utah asks.
I shake my head.
“How much did they get?”