Page 79 of The Biker's Brother

At five thirty Cami was almost ready when she heard knocking.

Arnold’s eyes automatically swept down and back up when she opened the door. Force of habit.

“Brant wants to see you in the office.”

“Does this mean I’ve been summoned?”

Arnold raised his eyebrows. The concept of being cute about the president wasn’t something that came up in his world. Ever. “Does that mean you’re not coming?”

He was already trying to figure out how he was going to deliver that news to Brant and get away before being caught in the wave of reaction that would surely follow. Fortunately he didn’t need a Plan B.

“No,” she said as she stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind her.

Arnold gestured for her to go first.

She said, “No, you first. I insist.”

He smirked because they both knew he was planning to walk behind and check out the shape and sway of her derriere.

“Whatever you say, Ms. Carmichael.”

She followed Arnold to Brant’s office.

He was on the phone when she arrived. He lowered the phone, but didn’t end the call.

“Good news,” Brant said. “Your ex is in possession of your new will and your father persuaded the judge to sign off on the divorce decree ahead of docket. Looks like you’re shed of that son of a bitch. Officially. And your dad wants to talk to you.”

He handed her the phone.

“Hello?”

“It’s over. You’re free. On the way to making him a memory.”

“That’s great, Dad.”

“You don’t sound as excited as I imagined you’d be.”

“I am. Believe me. I’m just… A lot has happened. The makeover. The running. The…” her eyes went to Brant, who was watching her, “unusual company.”

Brant’s smirk said he wasn’t offended and might even be proud of the description. She was thinking that bikers must take Smirk 101 when they’re prospects because they were all pretty damn good at it.

“I’m sure it’s been an experience, but it was worth it to be on the side of caution.”

“Of course. I guess I’ll be coming home tomorrow.”

Brant looked away. He didn’t know the girl, but he thought she didn’t sound either happyorexcited about the prospect of returning home and he wondered what had really happened out on the road with his older son, meaning the one who was older by thirteen minutes.

“I’ll send the plane for you and I’ll be there to pick you up.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“Don’t be nuts. You’re my girl. Now put Mr. Fornight back on the phone.”

She handed the phone back to Brant. “He wants to talk to you.”

When Brant took the phone, Cami left the room to return to her temporary quarters. The clubhouse was starting to fill up with people who’d arrived for the party. Dozens of people she’d never seen before turned a curious look her way as she passed by on the way to her room. She didn’t see a single person she knew, but the congregation of people who looked so different from what she was used to wouldn’t keep her from finding Brandon later.

She was on a mission.

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