Page 163 of Sweet Temptation

Chapter Twenty-One

Ronan

I woke up to a text from an unknown number.

Meet at Poco Tap & Grill. 10am

It was signed: Fonda.

I stared at it for a moment, trying to make sense of it.

The only “Fonda” I could think of was Peter Fonda. As in the movie star, who famously played a biker in Easy Rider?

Either that, or it meant Jane Fonda, which made even less sense.

I groaned and slid out of Summer’s bed, trying not to wake her as I got up and headed downstairs.

I searched “Poco Tap & Grill” in my map app, and as I’d expected, “Poco” meant Port Coquitlam. It was over half an hour away, if traffic was good on the highway.

So I called Andre in to cover for me. He was working an event tonight, but he could use the extra hours. I told him to arrive at Summer’s by nine-fifteen.

Then I took a quick shower and got dressed in “my” room—the guest room I was no longer sleeping in.

Too bad “Fonda” hadn’t left me more time for morning sex.

The middle-of-the-night sex last night was as hot, slow and passionate as I’d fantasized about it being, and my dick was already liking the idea of a repeat. But I shut that down. I really didn’t have time, even for a quickie, and anyway, if I kept fucking Summer around the clock like this, she was gonna get sore and start telling me to fuck off.

I read the text again. It had to be from Piper Grayson.

I texted him back.

Me: See you there.

Then I called Naveen. After we’d returned home from Hope, during a brief break in the sexfest, I’d asked him to look into Summer’s brother for me, see if there was anything there we needed to be aware of. If he had a record, any issues with the police, drug history, gang activity.

Known affiliation with any motorcycle clubs.

I’d told him about the Bloody Bastard I’d met at Justice’s party, but I wasn’t sure if there was gonna be anything of use there; if it was a coincidence that a biker had showed up at Summer’s brother’s party or what.

So far, we knew Justice had no criminal record. But I’d asked Naveen to go pretty deep on the rest, so I knew it would take a while.

“Morning update?” I asked, as soon as he picked up.

“Nothing to report. Sorry, brother.” Even Naveen was beyond giving me static for skipping the niceties at this point. He knew I was getting impatient with this whole situation.

Endless sex with Summer was an incredible diversion, but the reality was we still had a problem.

Blair Sanchuk was still missing.

Naveen had checked in with our contacts at VPD, but the police weren’t searching for him. No one had officially reported him missing yet.

Which meant one of two things.

One, he had no one in his life close enough to him to notice or care that he’d gone missing.

Or two, he wasn’t really missing. We just didn’t know where the fuck he was.

It was getting frustrating as shit.

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