Page 164 of Sweet Temptation

Not only that, but I was getting pissed about running up Brody’s tab on this. Especially when we had zero results.

“Call in every favor you’ve got,” I told Naveen. “Whatever it takes. We need to find this guy.”

“I’m on it.”

I told him the where and when of my meeting this morning with the mysterious “Fonda,” presumably some kind of half-clever code name from the West Coast Kings’ VP.

“If I don’t check back in with you in a couple of hours, I’m in an unmarked grave out behind the Kings’ clubhouse.”

“Not funny.”

“I’m losing my sense of humor here.”

“Did you ever have one?”

“Ha ha. Talk later.”

I hung up and went to make coffee. Then I made Summer a quick breakfast in bed—a bowl of granola, since it was all I had time for—and took it up to her. She was just waking up. I knew she had a chill day planned, yoga with Carissa and then some work in her studio. Then the gig tonight.

Hopefully we’d have time to at least fit in a quickie between studio time and her show.

Yeah, we’d officially become a “we” in my mind.

No one knew that yet, though. I wasn’t even sure if she knew it.

Andre had his theories, but he could shove those right up his ass. Until I knew Summer wasn’t in danger from some loose cannon meth dealer who was out there who-the-fuck-knew-where, I wasn’t relaxing my professional lines.

Other than the ones that let me sleep next to her every night, fuck her on a regular basis, and bring her breakfast in bed.

We’d gotten really loose on those.

“Where’re you going?” she asked me as she wriggled her way to sitting. She accepted the tray table I put across her with a delighted smile.

“Just have a quick meeting,” I told her.

“Hmm. Anything I want to know about?”

“Probably not.”

She gave me a look. “We’ll examine that later.”

Not if I have anything to say about it.

“I’ll be back in a while. Andre will be downstairs while I’m gone.”

“Okay, babe.”

I kissed her goodbye. She gave me another sexy smile as I tore myself away and headed out.

I jogged downstairs and waited for Andre out in the driveway, drinking my coffee and buzzing with mounting adrenaline. Meeting with Piper Grayson was not something I wanted to do without being totally alert and on guard.

When Andre pulled in, I let him know Summer’s schedule for the day, just in case this took longer than expected. Then I got on my bike and rode out to the Poco Tap & Grill. It was right in Port Coquitlam, just off the Number 7 highway, amid strip malls and other restaurants. It was Saturday and the place wasn’t open until happy hour, so the parking lot was empty.

I was gonna assume, if the Kings had chosen it as a meeting place, they were used to doing business here of some kind.

I parked at the curb just inside the parking lot, facing the restaurant, and waited.

Just a few minutes after I arrived, two men on motorcycles pulled in. I heard them coming before I saw them. It was definitely Piper, with his club brother, Blazer, in tow. They roared into the lot and parked on either side of my bike, backing in.

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