Page 79 of Lake
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bridget
I tried not to think about the events that had happened over the last few days. Especially not the ones that happened this morning. It felt like Lake had shared something special with me and that, well, forced me to think about things that maybe I’d been trying to push away.
I had a type.
Okay, in my head I did.
And though Lake wasn’t a rough-and-tumble typical biker type, he wasn’t near what I envisioned the man of my dreams to be like.
That wasn’t to say that I had anything against the biker types or the MC or whatever. In truth, everyone had been pretty nice to me. Oh, and I couldn’t forget how the women seemed to take me in right away. And Chris. I really liked him.
My head was spinning and even the cold air wasn’t doing anything to cool me off on the inside.
I stood there for way too fucking long numbly watching Lake walk away in the direction of the garage. I imagined he was going to work on my car today and it was all I could do to run after him and tell him not to bother.
However, that was stupid and I fucking knew that too.
I wasn’t the kind of girl that threw herself at someone. I didn’t get clingy or start planning a future the minute I met an attractive man that looked my way. I really hadn’t thought much about the future actually. I was more of a here and now kind of person and if you wanted to call and get coffee later, I might not turn you down. That was if there happened to be enough chemistry and shit going on there.
But things felt different with Lake.
As my eyes closed, I let out a heavy sigh.
Even if he felt some of what I was feeling, it wasn’t like it would work out. He had his life here and mine was, well, not here. I had a business and a dad that I was still desperate to not let down even if he wasn’t around to see it.
The case.
That was what I had to focus on because I needed to figure out what the hell was going on. Last night only reinforced the shaky feeling I had inside that something was very wrong with the whole thing. I pulled out my phone as I climbed the stairs. I wanted to see if Cable had found anything to help me out since I hadn’t been able to check in with him the night before. Hoped he was awake because I was about to knock.
Right after I called to check in with Art, that was.
I cursed him when his phone went to voicemail, again.
Yeah, there was some funny business going on here. I just needed to figure it out so I could move on.
I knocked on Cable’s door, remembering which one it was from the previous day.
“Hold on,” he called out in a rough voice.
Oops, maybe I did wake him.
There was a thud, followed by a curse and a bunch of ruckus that came from behind the closed door. Then the door pulled open wide and Cable looked down at me appearing like he was half awake.
“Bad time?” I asked with a smirk as I saw the rumbled sheets around the half covered naked mass in his bed. One that was currently unmoving and I would have guessed that my knocking had gone unnoticed to her.
“Uh, no,” he said. “Come in.”
“I’ll wait out here,” I said with a playful wink.
“Yeah, okay.”
He turned his back to me and walked over to his desk. After he grabbed a file he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
“By the look on your face, I’m going to guess that you don’t have much that will help me.”
“Look,” he said blowing out a breath. “I’m not sure where you got your info but none of it matched up. There is no one living in those buildings and hasn’t been for a while. I’m sure you’ve figured out that much already.”
