Page 35 of Puck (The Lost Boys MC)
“Hayley told me you were in this room tonight,” he said.
I nodded slowly. “Yep. Seems like it.”
He thumbed over his shoulder. “My room’s just across the hall.”
I grinned. “How convenient.”
He scolded me with a look. “Not here. We know better than that.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know, I know. I’m just playing.”
Kind of.
His eyes raked down my body. “Well, if you need anything don’t hesitate to wake me up.”
I gave him my best smile. “Even if I crawl into bed with you?”
He winked. “Just don’t let anyone hear you if you’re going to do that.”
I giggled with delight. “You have my word.”
He left me to my own devices and I was thankful for the silence. Had he teased me any longer, I might have pulled him into this room and sat right on his face. I forced myself to back away from the door and didn’t stop until I closed the bathroom door behind me, and started in on my evening routine.
And after I got changed into my pajamas, I flopped down onto the queen-size bed and stared up at the ceiling.
I’m not even tired.
If anything, I was worried as hell about Lori. If those guys in the black suits really were with the cartel, then there was a chance she had already been harmed. Or taken. Or drugged, for fuck’s sake. And even if they had gotten to Lori, was there anything we could do at that point?
They’ve got security everywhere. She’s okay.
My thoughts did nothing to settle my worries, though. On the one hand, if it was the cartel and they did want to do her harm, they wouldn’t have cared if I had been there with her. So, were they investigating her? Keeping tabs on her?
The only thing that reassured me was the fact that a couple of the crew’s guys would be watching the place all night.
But that still didn’t mean we’d get an update on Lori anytime soon.
Every time I tried to fall asleep, my mind played tricks on me. I saw Lori laying in her bed with one of those men in black holding a knife to her throat. Another dream had me yelling at Lori to run, only for her to be roped by a noose around her neck and hung right in front of me. My mind wouldn’t rest, so I didn’t rest. By the time the birds started to chirp outside, I was already showered, dressed, and ready for my day.
If I can’t beat them, then I join them.
I wandered out into the halls of the warehouse and started exploring. I walked the long way around the inside rectangular perimeter, clocking the staircase that led up to a lofted area of the building. Curiosity wanted to know what—or who—was up there, but the second my stomach growled, I made a beeline for the kitchen.
And when I opened up the fridge, I found it stocked to the brim with fresh foods and condiments.
“Wow,” I murmured.
After reaching for an iced coffee way back in the back, I set my sights on making myself a sandwich. I pulled out everything I needed and made myself a turkey sandwich with cheese, lettuce, and tomato. And as I took my first bite, the moan that escaped my lips was so loud that it echoed off the corners of the room.
Then footsteps approached me from behind.
“Who’s there?” I asked quickly.
The second a hand came down against my shoulder, I dropped my sandwich to the counter. I grabbed the person’s hand and twisted around, taking their arm with me. I shoved it into their back and barreled the dark, shadowy figure against the wall.
And it wasn’t until I heard him grunt that I gasped.
“Shit, Puck. I’m so fucking sorry.”
I released him immediately and he chuckled. “You really are a spitfire.”
I massaged his arm. “I didn’t realize it was you. I’m so—”
He pressed his finger against my lips. “It’s fine, Brigid. Really.”
I gazed up into his eyes. “Trouble sleeping?”
His finger traced a line down my jaw and my neck before trailing off just before he touched the top of my exposed breast. “Seems like you have that problem, too.”
I made my way back to my sandwich. “A little bit, yeah.”
He walked up to me and sat down at the table. “I went by your room to check on you and you weren’t there.”
I took a bite and swallowed quickly. “Didn’t know I needed to clear a snack with you first before I made myself one.”
He snickered. “Pass me all of that shit. Your sandwich smells good. And for what it’s worth, I didn’t sleep all night.”
“Makes two of us, then.”
He made his sandwich while he sat at the table. “I mean, being cooped up in this place makes me antsy as it is.”
I polished off my sandwich. “It’s the lack of windows.”
