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“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered to herself. Her breaths were coming in and out quick, and she looked like she was either ready to run or pass out.

Before I realized what I was doing, I reached out and gently touched her shoulder. “He’s not going to hurt you.” I knew that much was true for a noncombatant. However, if anyone tried to harm his family and the club, all bets were off, no matter who you were.

“What the fuck is going on?” Viking boomed a couple of minutes later as he walked into the backyard with Wolf right behind him.

Viking could look scary as hell. Even at forty-nine years old, that guy was built like a brick shithouse. As soon as I saw him, I was hit with just how much Kate resembled him. They had the same blond hair, although he was starting to gray, and blue eyes, height, and facial features as well. It was almost eerie.

When no one answered him, he looked to me for an explanation.

“This is Kate.” I glanced over to where she sat, frozen in the wooden chair. I turned my gaze back to my president. Viking must not have seen her when he first walked out here because he looked stunned to see someone besides Colt and me. “She came here looking for you.”

“Why?” he asked, sounding marginally less angry than he had just a minute ago.

“I’ll let her answer that. We’ll head back in.”

I followed Colt and Wolf inside but looked over my shoulder before the door closed behind me. Viking had a look on his face I rarely saw: confusion at the fact that three of his officers were leaving him out there alone with some unknown girl.