Page 22 of Fly's Path

Not that I would ever do that…

This definitely isn’t over.

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The control center in the middle of the labyrinth’s basement is always a hub of activity inside the clubhouse. Sometimes more so than any other place.

Today it’s packed as I walk inside.

What’s Leech doing in here? The doctor never bothers to come down here.

His eyes are glued to one of the screens, just like the other guys. Something happened.

The pit of my stomach clenches. “What’s going on?”

No one turns to answer except Bishop. “We’re looking to see if anyone else got kissed.”

WHAT?

No, that’s so not cool. Yeah, I know there are cameras almost everywhere on-site except for the bathrooms and private rooms, but I didn’t think about that when we were kissing.

“So far it’s been Bram and Bear.”

What? That means they haven’t found mine. “What’s going on?” Playing dumb seems like a good idea so that they don’t hunt me down and find it.

“Rogue’s woman brought her friends here today…the crazy ones—” Bishop grins. “It seems they made a pact to kiss all the bikers. So we’re searching to find who the crazy one kissed.”

Crazy one? “Winnie?”

“Yeah, that’s her. She scares everyone.”

“But everyone wants to be the one she kissed, too.” Except for me. I wouldn’t trade my kiss for a million from any other woman.

“Exactly.”

“There. I think we found it. She’s walking up to Integer. No way is a woman like that going to kiss the nerdiest one of us.” Leech is one to speak. Being a biker and a doctor doesn’t exactly correlate to being cool.

Winnie leans in and whispers something into Integer’s ear for a long moment. He blushes, then nods. Winnie leans in and lays one on him.

The room fills with wolf whistles and cheers.

That was the fakest kiss I’ve ever seen in my life. She made it look passionate, and he was totally into it…but Winnie wasn’t. Not even a little bit.

A woman’s eyes change when they lose themselves in a kiss. They soften.

Stop thinking about kissing the mystery woman again. There’s time enough for that later.

Why would Winnie pretend to enjoy kissing a man when she didn’t?

Why would any woman?

We all tell so many lies in a day without even thinking about it. Most are small. Just enough to keep up social expectations. This goes way past that.

I don’t like puzzles. At least not ones I have no plans on solving, and Winnie’s fake kiss is definitely a problem for another man.

Now why my mystery woman wouldn’t tell me her name is a problem I need to solve. Soon. Preferably after or while kissing her.

Vandal’s voice pops into my ear. That boy better fix his situation before I need to step in.