Page 23 of Raw Honey
"Yes," I reply. "As I said before, I am pretty sure I was the last person he spoke to in the club."
"Ok, so if nobody has heard from him and nobody has talked to him, what makes you both so sure he is dead? Maybe he has some grand plan to fix this. Maybe he is still with Mark. And, although I am stating the obvious here, let me add that you don't have his body."
Hawk looked over to me and says, "She's got a point." He turns back toward Emma and says, "I do still believe, however, that if he were alive he would've contacted us."
"I agree," she says. "But what if he can't? What if he is being held captive in the same place that Mark held me, only in a different room? I mean, think about this. If he had gone to rescue me, wouldn't he most likely go to where I was? I even yelled for him when I left in case he was there. I wanted him to know that Mark was letting me go. If he was planning any type of attack against Grayson, he would have waited until he knew I was safe."
"Well shit, Emma, I didn't think of any of that," Hawk replies. Shaking his head, he says, "You shame me. I should've thought this through more thoroughly."
"Well, you did have other things on your mind, like a blown-up clubhouse," she states sarcastically and then adds, "I think we should look for him first before we pronounce him dead. And I know where you can start."
We both look at her, surprised by her declaration. "How could you possibly know that?" Hawk asks.
"Because I have a pretty good idea where I was being held."
"So you know where Grayson was keeping you?" he asks hopefully. And for the first time since the explosion, I am hopeful as well.
"I don't know the exact address, but I have a good idea. I bet if we retraced my steps, I could find it again," Emma says encouragingly.
"What do you mean retrace your steps?" he asks.
"When Mark released me, he basically just kicked me out. I didn't have a car, and I had no idea where I was. So I started walking until I came across a gas station and used their phone to call a cab."
Looking hopeful, he says, "Look, Emma, I realize that you have been through a horrific ordeal, but you could really help us out a lot if you and I sit down somewhere and you tell me everything that has transpired over the last 48 hours."
She nods. "Yes, I will do what I can to help you."
"Thank you. I'm sure this will be difficult for you, but any information you can provide would help a lot." He pauses for a moment and then adds, "Why don't we get out of here? We'll go grab a cup of coffee and we can talk. I've been working on a new location for the club, but it will be weeks until it is ready. I've secured the vacant space above Betty's Dinor until we have something permanent. We can talk there."
"Ok, that sounds nice."
He turns back toward me. "Why don't you join us? I think having you there will help Emma." I glance over at Emma to make sure that she is good with that and she nods.
Hawk and I follow Emma on his bike. I love riding with him. He is so strong, and I feel safe when I wrap my arms around his waist. After all that's happened, I need a sense of security and Hawk definitely provides that.
