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Normally, I would have ignored her. But I had to get away. It seemed I was always running from Cash. He unsettled me.

As I passed by him, he grabbed my wrist and whispered, “Three o’clock.” Then he let me go. I said goodbye to Trudy and rushed out the door.

Chapter Twelve

Cash

I stopped to fill up, and as I waited for the pump to stop, I saw her sitting in the window of The Bake Shoppe. This was the first time I had seen her in town.

It felt a little like seeing an animal in the wild for the first time.

I didn’t have any intention of speaking to her when I walked across the street. But then Trudy, bless her meddling heart, introduced me to Kytten.

Hearing the name threw me for a minute. But as I thought about it, the pieces started to fall into place. The motorcycle. Her knowledge of clubs and road names.

From that, I figured out who she was. She was a fucking Nyght Nymph. We knew who they were. Had heard stories of Valhalla and her Nymphs and what they did. And while what they did was commendable, I couldn’t help but wonder...

Why was she here?

Was it for Amber? Or someone else?

We knew Valhalla had helped Amber escape from Louisiana and given her a new identity. Was Kytten here to check up on her, or was there someone in town who needed to get away that we didn’t know about?

Was she here for Sadie?

We knew about her asshole boyfriend. Colt had gotten involved once when he saw the bastard mistreat her. But Sadiebegged us to stay out of it. Since then, we hadn’t seen or heard about any issues.

We assumed he’d learned his lesson from the beatdown Colt gave him. But maybe he hadn’t. Maybe Sadie had reached out to the Nyght Nymphs to get her out of Diamond Creek.

But would she leave her brother Simon? Would he disappear with her? As I sat across from Kytten, questions piled up in my head. Questions that she had the answers to.

Answers I would get today.

When I asked her how old she was, I held my breath until I heard Trudy answer that she was twenty-one.

Thank fucking Christ!

During the week she avoided me, I had given in and admitted to myself that I wanted her. I hadn’t told anyone else. Not even three months had passed since Rachel died. And here I was, already thinking about someone else.

She wasn’t even cold in the ground before I was fucking other women. But I was angry then. Angry at her. Pissed off that Ryder meant more to her than I did.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?”

Trudy’s voice interrupted the tirade I was having inside my head. When I turned to look at her, she had a smile that said she wasn’t a fool.

I smiled back. “Yea, she is.”

I sipped my coffee and looked at my bike across the street. No one would mess with it. They knew better. And I knew better than to leave immediately after Kytten did.

Not Kytten.

Rose.

Rosie.

Trudy already suspected. I wouldn’t give her the ammunition she needed to start a rumor.

“You know I was only in my late forties when my Terry got sick.”