Page 12 of Point of Infinity
I jumped out of the van and stepped to my left, and my ankle buckled. “Damn.” I looked down, and there on the groundwas my journal. I picked it up and dusted off the front cover. Something felt off.
I flipped through the pages. Nothing was missing. I ran my finger over the inside of the back cover. My drawing of the Infinity Kings logo made my heart race. I drew it from memory, but it was a perfect replica. It scared me how much of that night was burned into my brain.
And I was in the same room with them not twelve hours ago. I groaned.
“Something wrong?”
I gasped and flattened myself against my van. I dropped my journal again. Reid bent down and picked it up. Thankfully, it fell closed. Bikers were dumb, but no doubt he would recognize his own logo.
“You scared the shit out of me.” I grabbed the book and held it to my chest. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He stepped closer, resting an arm on my side mirror. Freshly showered and well-rested, he looked annoyingly put together. The same dark jeans but now paired with a white long-sleeved Henley. It stretched across his broad chest. He carried a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. I didn’t see his cut. It must be in the bag. Weren’t there rules about that? His dark wet hair curled up at the ends, and he didn’t look nearly as intimidating as he did last night. Although he still had those same steely gray eyes. In the light of day, he seemed softer, more approachable.
“I saw you pull in and thought better of approaching you in the middle of the night, considering how skittish you are.” He shrugged. “I figured I’d meet up with you this morning.”
“For what?”
“Breakfast.” He motioned toward the hotel.
“Why would I have breakfast with you?” I opened the car door. He jumped out of the way. I shoved my journal under the seat and climbed in.
“Because you’re hungry.”
My stomach took that moment to growl and embarrass me.
“See.” He chuckled and grabbed the car door. “Come on. You have to eat.”
Maybe having breakfast with an actual Infinity King wasn’t a horrible idea. I could do some research. Pick his brain. See if I could get an in and still hang onto my mission and my dignity.
“Sure.” I stepped down and shut the door to my van. “But I’ll pay for myself.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.”
I followedhim through the pool gate and into the hotel. We walked across the quiet lobby toward the hotel restaurant. It was early, and only a couple of tables were occupied.
“Sit wherever you want, hon.” The hostess waved us in and followed with menus. Reid picked a four-top table away from the other guests. He pulled the chair out for me, but I sat in the other chair. The waitress giggled.
Reid sat down opposite me.
“Coffee?” she asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Oh, so you do have some manners.” He took the menus and handed one to me. “I’ll have some, too. Thank you.”
“I thought bikers didn’t ask, they just took.” I scanned the menu.
“How do you know so much about bikers?” He leaned forward.
I leaned back. “I don’t. They come to the diner occasionally. Rude, handsy. They throw money around, and only about two ina group of ten fit the lifestyle. The others are just wannabes and posers.”
“You’ve thought about this.” He sipped his water. I did the same.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
The waitress returned to the table with coffee.
“What can I get y’all to eat?”
