Page 189 of Sweet Temptation

“What signs?”

“You been having trouble sleeping? Worrying about what she’ll think of which way you part your hair? Wondering what kinda babies she’d make?”

“Christ.”

He chuckled. “Cute ones, I’m pretty sure.”

“Let’s get back on track here.”

“Sure. You want someone to take over as her bodyguard, you just say the word.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. Thanks.”

“I’ll let Tam know she can start shopping for baby clothes.”

“Too far,” I grumbled, and hung up on him.

I knew what he was doing. Trying to make light of things, ease my frustrations, maybe.

Distract me.

Wasn’t gonna work.

I was frustrated as fuck that we’d been chasing Blair Sanchuk for weeks and he was still in the wind. Naveen had called in to contacts he had in anti-gang task forces all across western Canada, anyone who might’ve been working a case against the Bloody Bastards and may have heard of Sanchuk.

Nothing.

Not one fucking lead.

The man was a ghost.

No, actually, he was a fucking mole. A rat. Piper said as much. He’d tunneled up into the Kings’ territory, and now he’d gone back underground. He’d gone dark.

Made me wonder if this wasn’t just some loser who’d happened into town.

Maybe Blair Sanchuk was way smarter and way more connected than I’d ever wanted to give him credit for.

If I was a member of a criminal organization looking to make inroads into a rival club’s turf, I might play dumb, too. Let people go ahead and underestimate me. Lay low, keep myself off my enemies’ radar.

But at the end of the day, it really didn’t matter to me if Sanchuk was a nobody or not. If he was a genius or dumb as a stump.

All I wanted to know was why he’d come after Summer.

And make damn sure he never did it again.

And waiting around like this, indefinitely, was fucking killing me.

When I headed back out to the living room, Summer was in the sunroom with her parents. She seemed pretty tied up with them. Probably the best opportunity I was gonna get to take off for a bit.

So I called Andre in. He was working an event today, but I pulled him off his post, sent someone to fill in for him, and had him come over to Summer’s so I could leave.

I went to take a quick shower and change into clean clothes, and when Andre arrived, I introduced him to Summer’s parents.

Then I shook hands with them again, looked her father in the eye, and excused myself. I told Summer I had to run over to my office for a bit. I promised not to be gone more than a couple of hours.

Then I pulled my bike out of her garage.

I rode over to my apartment, and I got my gun.

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