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“Mm,” Striker said in agreement. “She’s got no one left to turn to.”

“She knows when this is all over, we’ll be cleaning up Lakeview,” Steph said. “Kicking out anyone who worked withSean and Forrest. I can imagine she’s trying to save her own skin by giving us a lead on Sean.”

“Would she even have any leads?” I asked. “You said you didn’t get anything new last night.”

“That’s what I’m wondering,” Steph said. “At this point, though, I don’t want to risk missing anything.”

“Seriously?” Striker said. “You’re going to meet up with her?”

“I’m leaving no stone unturned,” Steph said.

I sighed as I poured the eggs into the sizzling pan and started to scramble them. “I think I’m with Striker on this one. I don’t think anything worthwhile will come from this other than her getting more obsessed with you.”

“You didn’t see Levi last night,” Steph said. “He’s shaken up. Blakely might be, too. If she knows something about Sean—if he’s planning something—we might need that leg up.”

“Do we, really?” Striker asked. “You think Sean is that far gone?”

“I do.”

“I don’t want you to go alone,” I said. “I don’t trust her. Something about this feels off.” I’d felt off all day, and now it was only getting worse.

“She can’t hurt me,” Steph said. “Don’t worry about that.”

“Don’t underestimate her,” I said. “She connected with Forrest and caused a lot of problems. Who knows what she could be doing now? Either she wants back in your good graces, or she wants to fuck you up in a serious way.”

“Harley’s right,” Striker said. “I’ll go with you. We can call Rome to keep an eye on the house.”

“All right. We’ll meet with her at the café. Text her and let her know. Sound good?”

“Works for me,” Striker said. He stepped outside to join Cassidy and send the message.

I took the eggs off the heat, put the stove off, then turned around and pulled Steph into my arms. “Thanks for taking Striker with you. I know you can handle Blakely, but…”

“We never know with her. You’re right. I shouldn’t let my guard down.”

“I have a weird feeling about this. I think she’s just trying to get you alone.”

“Could be.” Steph tucked my hair behind my ear. I loved it when he did that. It was so gentle and attentive, and it always calmed me down. “If that’s the case, I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about me.”

He kissed me deeply. I leaned into him, letting his arms hold me up. Even if I had a weird feeling about this, I knew I could trust him to keep himself safe.

Striker stepped back inside. “She’s good to meet us shortly.”

“We’ll leave as soon as Rome gets here,” Steph said. “Let’s get this over with.”

The two of them scarfed down a plate of eggs and toast. So much for my big family brunch around the table. As soon as Rome pulled up on his bike outside, Steph and Striker were at the door. He kissed me again, Striker kissed Cassidy, Dylan made retching sounds, and then the two of them left laughing.

The house was quiet again. I was glad to have Cassidy here with me, but I was getting really sick of watching Steph leave. She seemed to feel the same way as she dropped down onto the couch, heaving a sigh. I started to clean the kitchen up, just for something to do.

“Mom, can Rome and I go play catch?”

“If Rome’s okay with that,” I said.

“’Course,” the young enforcer said with a smile. “Just shout if you need us.” He grabbed the football left by the back door and let Dylan drag him outside.

I poured myself another cup of coffee and plopped down on the couch next to Cassidy. “This sucks.”

“Yep.”