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I waited for them both to pull out of the parking lot before walking toward the entrance. I knew right where she was, butI still walked the long way around. Not sure what I would say when I got there.

Chapter Sixteen

Kytten

As I rode around town, I noticed the cemetery for the first time. That was a lie. I didn’t notice it was a cemetery until I pulled into the lot. What I noticed was his bike.

I parked at the far edge, hoping my own bike wouldn’t be seen. Leaving my helmet on the seat, I cautiously walked toward the entrance.

It occurred to me I was invading his privacy, but I wanted to know more about him. Who was he here to see? His parents maybe? A fallen brother?

What I didn’t expect was to find him talking to his old lady.

“I’m so fucking pissed at you, Rach,” he said as he crouched in front of the headstone. “You should have fucking told me the truth. There are other doctors besides the one in this shit town. We could have found someone to help you. We had Patch and Bane in the fucking clubhouse. You should have talked to them.”

I crept along quietly, trying to get closer but avoid being seen. Slipping in between the gravestones, I leaned against a tomb and listened.

“I don’t know if I can do what you asked me to do. I know I shouldn’t blame him. But you’re not here anymore. He’s the only person I have left to blame. Other than myself.”

I heard a rustling as he moved around. Hidden behind the tomb, I wished I could see his face as he talked to her.

“God, I wish you were here. I wish I could hear you tell me one more time I was being an ass.”

“You are being an ass.”

I sat up straighter. Who the fuck was that? Jealousy was a feeling I knew well. And it reared up now as I listened to the sultry voice of the woman that had joined him.

“What are you doing here, Grace?”

“I came to talk to my friend. And her old man.”

“Beck called you.”

“Yup,” Grace confirmed, popping the p at the end of the word. “What finally brought you out here?”

Finally?

When did she die?

How did she die?

I had questions I couldn’t get answers to. Not unless I let him know I was watching him. That wasn’t going to happen.

“I met someone,” he said, almost too quiet for me to hear him. Is he talking about me?

“Beck thought that might be it.”

“Beck needs to mind her own fucking business.”

“Yea well, you know as well as I do that’s never going to happen.”

The woman laughed, and even her laugh was sexy. I wondered what she looked like. Probably tall with long legs. Long hair that guys loved to hold on to.

I squeezed my eyes shut and smacked the back of my head against the stone. I was never good enough to keep. Never good enough to want to hold on to.

“So, you came to tell Rachel about her?”

“No, I came to yell at her. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.”