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Reaching out, she gives his bicep a reassuring squeeze. “You have every right to ask. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“Thanks. I’m really sorry I brought her into this clubhouse.”

“So is Shep. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t gotten laid since Heidi found out. His balls are probably black and shriveled up at this point.”

They both laugh, but he wonders if he’ll ever figure out his love life. It’s nothing short of a terrible mess, but at least Cinder’s gone. He hopes.

Chapter Thirty

Griffin’s Beach

Brock

The cut on Brock’s face barely needs stitches, but he needed something to get him into the infirmary. Beckett hasn’t been seen for days, so a fight was out of the question. He’s just amazed the plastic utensil he snuck away to his cell did the trick.

“How much time do you need?” Tony asks.

“An hour at most.”

He nods. “I’ll make sure no one comes behind the curtain. Do it fast.”

The curtain closes, giving him privacy, and he types as fast as he can. It feels almost foreign to have a keyboard beneath his fingers again, but the muscle memory is still there. It’s thelongest he’s stayed away from a computer of any kind since grade school.

“Oh, Hankinson got the message to your father-in-law. She said to tell you that everything should be set up and ready to go,” Tony says on the other side of the cloth.

He smirks. “Why don’t you call her Lily like the rest of us?”

The tapping of the keyboard fills the quiet area, and a radio plays a classic rock song on a low volume to drown it out. “Because,” he says and walks back to his spot where he stands guard.

“Because why?”

“Because Lily and I have a past, and I’d prefer her husband not find out.”

To say Brock’s interest is piqued is an understatement. “What kind of past?”

“Nope.”

“Come on. I won’t say a word. I swear.”

“You’re brothers with her husband. I know enough to know how the club works.”

He laughs. “If you weren’t putting your ass on the line to help get my ass out of here, I’d agree with you, but I won’t say a word.”

“We fucked.”

The typing stops as the words sink in, but Brock quickly remembers the time constraint. “You did what now?”

“We were in college together. She was hung up on some asshole she dated, and she practically threw herself at me. We hooked up a few times.”

“Shethrew herself atyou?”

“Don’t be a dick. Yes.”

“And you tried to resist?”

His laughter fills the room. “Fuck no. God, she’s still got amazing curves. Better than before. I would’ve tried to push forsomething more, but she was hung up on her past. Whatever her ex did really fucked with her head.”

“He beat her and made her abort their child alone while he fucked another chick,” Brock says.

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