Page 62 of Look at Her and Die

Maybe clients got his special side…

“Well hello, brother,” Harrington drawled.

I rolled my eyes and said, “They’re inside.”

Harrington didn’t spare me another glance, he just headed inside like he did it every day.

I crossed my arms over my chest and waited for my club brothers to finish coming up my driveway.

Webber, Audric—who no longer went by his club name, Detroit, since his wife had died—and Jasper.

Jasper, also known as Hush, though he sometimes refused to answer to it, got off his bike first and took a look around. “Busy out here.”

I studied Jasper’s profile.

Jasper was extremely scarred.

From what little he’d shared, he’d been in a fire that had completely ruined him for nearly a year.

He’d spent months and months in a hospital room, and at the time, they’d thought that he was a famous country singer so they’d given him the best of the best.

Which worked out well for Jasper.

It hadn’t worked out well for the country singer, who’d died.

Jasper didn’t talk about the accident much, but what he did have to say was chilling.

“Seems like I’m hosting a multi-millionaire while she figures out what the fuck to do next.” I paused, then gave them the complete story the moment that Webber got closer.

It was Audric who said, “Maybe you should explain that a little better.”

Audric was a new father, and after his wife’s death, he’d lost any and all patience when it came to anyone that wasn’t his newborn daughter.

I explained everything that was going on, and then ended with, “And then my brother showed up.”

Webber, our club president, crossed his arms over his thick chest.

“If he fucks you or her over, we’ll take care of it,” Webber declared.

I grinned. “What makes you think I’ll care?”

“Because you’re standing in front of the door protectively, as if you’re protecting her from even us,” he pointed out. “You got time to talk?”

I nodded, then continued, “Follow me to the barn. I need to grab a few more things that I’ll need to fix the fence.”

They all followed, and I came to a halt just inside the barn door and said, “Let me make sure we’re alone.”

Webber went up to Bumbo, who’d followed us in here because he fully expected to get fed, and started scratching him.

Audric went to a bale of hay and took a seat, while Jasper went to the fridge where he knew that I kept carrots for the spoiled horses.

I took a look around and spotted nobody, then came back in time to see Jasper give Bumbo a carrot.

He had four more in his hands, and I knew that he would be making visits to the rest of the horses in their stalls even though they had access to the pasture behind the barn.

“What’s up?” I asked as I leaned up against a stall door. “How’s Lottie?”

“Colicky,” he grumbled. “Barely getting any sleep.” He paused. “She’s with Laney’s parents.”

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