Page 38 of Ghost

I adjust in my seat, watching the guys across the yard. “You know how I told you I used to do freelance tech work before I came here.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, apparently, one of those jobs had me hacking the club.”

“Apparently? So, you didn’t know?”

I shake my head. “I responded to an anonymous posting on a job board. I had no idea. I thought I was just digging up some account info for a tech firm. And that’s how Ghost found me.”

“Found you?” Her eyebrows pinch.

“He caught me trying to break through his firewalls, and he shut me down.”

“So, whoever hired you never got the information?”

“Nope.” My lips pop with the word.

“So why do you sound like something’s still wrong?”

“Because all this time, Ghost knew I was working for the enemy, and he didn’t say anything.”

“To you?”

“To anyone.”

Her eyes widen, and I watch her process what I’m saying. “That’s why Jameson’s been so upset.”

“He lied to them.”

“For you,” Tempe points out.

“He didn’t do me a favor if that’s what you’re thinking. They brought me in and basically interrogated me. It feels like I’m the enemy, but I had no idea about any of it.”

Tempe leans forward, setting her coffee mug down and reaching for my hand. “If the club actually thought you were the enemy, do you think Jameson would let you stay here?”

“I guess not. But still, it feels like everything has changed.”

“Nothing’s changed.” Tempe squeezes my hand. “And I swear if Jameson tries to kick you to the curb, I’m going to be standing right beside you. You’re family, Luna. I don’t care what brought you here. You’d never do anything to hurt the guys or the club.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Exactly.” She smiles, and I feel pressure building behind my eyes. “We’ve got you.”

Even if I appreciate her trying to mend this situation, there’s more to it than that. Like the fact that the person who hired me a year ago is trying to find me again, andI don’t know what lengths they’re willing to go to. I’m bringing danger to her, Austin, and the entire club.

I swallow that thought and keep it to myself. She has enough on her plate without adding my problems to it.

“Now that that’s out of the way…” Tempe releases my hand and leans back in her chair, eyeing the guys across the yard. “Are we going to talk about the fact that Ghost risked everything for you?”

“No.”

“Luna.” She glares at me. “That man is obsessed. How do you not see it? And why are the two of you still not doing anything about it?”

“He was helping me out of a bad situation. That’s all.”

She ticks an eyebrow. “He lied to his club. The club he vowed his loyalty and life to… Luna, that man is in love with you.”

I frown, watching him pick up another plank. His arms flex as he lifts it overhead, carrying it across the yard. “Let’s say you’re right… he still wouldn’t ever do anything about it.”

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