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I shook my head. “One night of heavy meds and pretty nurses would have done you good,” I joked.

A half-grin curved on his mouth. “Had fucking nurse Cruella Deville.”

“Cruella Deville wasn’t a nurse, asswipe. You mean Nurse Ratched.”

Both Brew and I looked at Mac for clarification.

“From One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest?” He waited a second. “Jack Nicholson? Jesus, the movie is a classic.” There was disgust in his tone.

Recognition hit Brew and me at the same time. “Hell, that was a fuck long time ago,” Brew muttered. “Anyway, she was a real bitch.” He didn’t go into detail.

Buck returned to the table with two drinks, sliding a beer over to Brew.

“So how you feeling?” Mac asked while looking Brew over.

“How do I look?”

“Like shit.”

“Then you know how I’m feeling.”

Buck spoke up. “Least he was sent home with some strong drugs.”

Brew pinned his gaze on me. “Did you find out who was driving the car?”

I shook my head. “I will tomorrow morning. Got a few leads to check out first. Fucker’s not getting away with it.” He was going to pay for nearly killing Brew. Far as I was concerned, his biggest offense was running away and not owning up to the accident that he’d caused. I thought about Leo, wondering how far I was willing to go to get the truth from her.

“What about the girl?” Buck asked around the red licorice sticking out of his mouth. He was addicted to them and bought them individually wrapped so he could carry some around in his pocket.

“She wouldn’t talk,” I responded, letting my frustration show.

“Delta go home already?”

Everyone knew that Buck loved Delta. They sort of had a thing going on, though Delta was dragging her feet because of her last nasty breakup.

“Yeah, said she was tired.” Mack took a sip of his beer. “Lola and Ella disappeared right after that.” His eyes shifted, and I followed his gaze to see Jillian walking in our direction.

Her gaze was locked on Mac, and there was a look in her eyes that I hadn’t seen before. A sudden thought hit me like a punch to the gut. I glanced back at Mac to see the same penetrating look in his eyes before he turned away and looked elsewhere.

Whatthefuck?

Chapter 7

Leona

I opened the trunk of my new Subaru sports car and snatched up the two vinyl grocery bags filled with food. I’d been living with Ron for a week and had gotten tired of pilfering through outdated canned goods and frost-bitten meats. Because my brother ate out most of the time, his fridge had slim pickings and his pantry was even worse. I wasn’t sure how long I would be with him before I found a place of my own, but until I did I was going to do the cooking. It was healthier and cheaper to eat in.

As I shut my trunk I started to head inside when I heard the distinctive sound of a motorcycle. Whether it was because it made me think of Eagle, or because it was the first time I’d heard one in our neighborhood, I paused to watch as it came around the corner at the end of the street. It was then that I recalled Ron telling me that his neighbor across the street had a motorcycle but that he was hardly ever home, and he only ever heard him coming or going.

I stood there for a minute and watched as the rider grew closer. He wasn’t wearing a helmet, but had a black bandana wrapped around his head and wore a pair of dark aviator glasses. The bike was huge, but it would have to be to support the big man handling it. The black leather cut identified him as belonging to a club and made me instantly think about Eagle. I hadn’t been able to get the man out of my thoughts since the night before.

Or that steamy kiss.

My eyes followed the rider up the driveway to the house across the street. He turned his bike off and yanked off his glasses, hanging them on the handlebars. As he brought his leg over the seat he glanced over at me and came to an abrupt halt. I’d been so mesmerized by his build and bike that it wasn’t until then that I recognized that it was Eagle. His expression revealed that he’d just noticed me, too, for the first time. His surprise at seeing me didn’t last long, and I caught my breath with dread as his eyes shifted back and forth between me and my brother’s black Camero.

I could see the second he’d put it all together when his eyes hardened and his lips stretched tight across his lean jaw.

Shit!

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