I focused again on Brent, forcing myself not to turn around and watch Rock sit down next to Roy. A few seconds later, in walked Reid Wolfe. How long before Riley joined them?

“So what do you think?” Brent asked.

“I’m sorry. Think about what?”

“Dinner. We can get a table. The food’s pretty good here.”

“I…” I hadn’t eaten since the eggs Rock had fixed for me this morning. I opened my mouth to say no, but my stomach growled. I was indeed hungry. “Sure. Why not?”

“Great. I’ll go see the hostess for a table.” He stood and walked away.

I stared at my sparkling water, trying desperately not to look over at Rock. When I could no longer resist, I turned my head as nonchalantly as I could. Rock was engrossed in a conversation with his brothers. He couldn’t care less that I was here with another man.

I shook my head and scoffed.

Good guy? Great guy?

Nope. Douchebag after all.

29

Rock

Another fucking pretty boy. What the hell was she doing with him?

“Rock, would you stay focused, please?” Reid said to me. “This is important.”

Yeah. Important. Roy had gotten a mysterious phone call from someone claiming to have information about our father’s murder.

“Did the caller threaten you?” I asked Roy.

“No. Just said he had information, like I said. Then he hung up.”

“Then why should I focus? Are you worried, Roy?”

“Not worried. Just curious. Why would someone call me and tell me that but then hang up?”

“Honestly? I don’t give a shit.” I was glad the bastard was dead. Right now I was much more concerned with the blond dude who looked like he wanted to undress Lacey.

I tensed when he rose and walked away. Everything in me screamed to go to her, grab her, kiss her.

Before I could, though, he returned and led her to a table.

This place was a dive. I liked it. It was actually classier than most of the biker havens I hung out at home in Montana—places where I could hang my helmet, grab a beer or a bourbon, and unwind a little. Meet a woman, maybe. Go to her place and have some no-strings-attached sex, and then be home before sunup.

“Damn it, Rock. Would you quit staring at that attorney and pay attention?” Roy this time, surprisingly. He didn’t usually raise his voice.

“Why did you want to meet here?” I asked him.

“I didn’t want us to be seen. Plus they make a good burger.”

“You didn’t want us to be seen? Why?”

“Because this is serious, man. The two of you have never taken me seriously. Christ.”

I couldn’t fault Roy’s observation. He was the creative type, his head in the clouds most of the time. Quiet and brooding.