Page 65 of Make or Break

I tilted my head back. “God help me.” I straightened to look at Killian. “I live alone. Believe it or not, I sit on either side of the table depending on my mood. I’m all the time leaving a knife on the table, especially since I didn’t use it.”

Killian put his hands on the pool ledge and pushed up to get out, but winced. I acted like I didn’t see it. He exhaled hard, then gave it another go and lifted up to a hip on the ledge. The urge to ask if he was all right was unbearable, but that would piss him off because he’d think I was mothering him.

“Thanks for not saying anything,” he muttered.

“About what?”

His lips quirked into a ghost of a smile. “You’ve still got it, you know.”

My eyes slid to the side and back to him. “I was five seconds off my personal record.”

He leaned forward. “You aren’t wearing a swim cap. Maybe that mane of hair is slowing you down. Don’t argue with your brother. You still got it.”

“Thanks, but you and Ry need to cool it. It was bad enough he swung by unannounced this morning. There was no need for you to come all the way here from the clubhouse.”

He grinned. “I’m still at Colton’s house. It’s practically a straight shot down 103rd Street, and the way you’re protesting… it’s good we check in on you.”

I drove into the Riot MC forecourt at eleven thirty-five. Alexandra’s Honda Accord was parked in a shaded area. Ivy’s silver sedan sat next to it, and I parked on the other side.

A thrill zipped through me as I strode toward the clubhouse. The last time I’d come around was months ago under the false pretense of meeting up with Alexandra, but really I knew I could run into Tundra…and I had. Now, that thrill held an added edge of secrecy.

There weren’t many bikes lined up in the back parking area. Ryan’s Triumph was parked next to Cal’s maroon Harley, and I saw Tundra’s bike in the mix. If he hadn’t driven his truck to my place last night, that would have concerned me, but I figured whatever he had to move wasn’t going to fit in his saddlebags.

Disappointment dulled the edge of my thrill, but it was better this way. We didn’t need to be dancing around each other in the common room today.

I went in through the back door. Ivy and Alexandra were pulling sub sandwiches out of a huge paper bag.

“Hey. Are you feeding the entire club from that bag?” I asked.

Alexandra grinned over her shoulder at me. “Basically.”

Ivy made a fist and swung it in a short arc. “Yes! I won the bet. Nickel said you would be late for sure.” She stepped past me and leaned toward the common room. “You owe me a trip to Carmine’s!” she hollered.

As she wandered by me, I muttered, “You’re letting him off too easy with that. He loves Carmine’s so…next time opt for something he won’t like.”

“That wouldn’t be very nice,” she said.

I shook my head. “I should rephrase, something he thinks he doesn’t like.”

Her green eyes went wide. “Ooh, that’s a good idea.”

“Is Kristen on her way?” I asked.

Ivy’s smile dimmed. “She wasn’t able to get away. Last minute meeting.”

Alexandra held a sandwich out to me. “I took a chance and ordered a chicken club with avocado. It’s the same sandwich you had a couple months back.”

I took it and smiled. “Awesome. What do I owe you?”

She grabbed two more sandwiches and held them out to me. “Nothing. Tundra paid.”

Not furrowing my brows was almost as challenging as holding in a sneeze. I took the other two subs. “That was nice of him. Am I taking these to someone?”

She turned back to the bag. “Tundra and Punc. They’re at the bar with the drinks.”

“Got it.”

I turned around and ran into Punc. “I heard my name. I’ll save you a trip since Tundra went back to his room.”