Page 85 of Rogue's Path

“I don’t look nerdy. This is a professional outfit.”

The man raises an eyebrow at me.

I am not a nerd. “Would you please confirm that I don’t have an appointment with Havoc? My name is Dylan Oliva, and this business meeting was arranged by Maddox Locke.”

“You’re Dylan?” He eyes me up and down, stopping for a second longer than would be appropriate on my boobs and hips. “Don’t think so. Dylan is a guy.”

“Women can have gender-neutral names.” Though mine isn’t quite that. “I can prove it.” I reach into my purse.

“If you plan on pulling a gun out of that thing, just know there are multiple weapons set to shoot back.”

“Good to know.” Maybe I can just hide out here for a few years writing while my stalker forgets who I am. “There’s no gun, just a driver’s license.” Which I hold out to him.

The man takes it, looks at it, looks back at it, holds it up to the light, and then twists it a few times before handing it back to me. “Let her in,” he seemingly says to himself, but the gate starts to open.

I turn and nod to the cabbie before reaching for my bags.

The man at the gate’s hand is there first.

“Thank you, mister—”

“It’s Integer, just Integer.”

“Like the math thing?” Wow, that sounded stupid.

“Yeah, like the math thing. I’m an actuary.”

A math geek is calling me a nerd? Though to be fair, he doesn’t look like a geek. That toned body of his doesn’t say I live at my desk. An actuary’s job interests me way more than it should. “So you can predict when a person will die?” Wouldn’t it be wild if an actuary who was really bad at his job went around killing people to make his math look like it was correct?

“I can predict percentages in groups of people, not individuals.” He tips his head at me. “Why?”

“Have you ever tried?” Cause I so would have. I would have checked random strangers, but not friends.

He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You totally did. Were you correct? Because I think you were.” That would be so weird.

“What are you here to see Havoc about?”

“That’s private.”

Integer’s chuckle is kind of sexy. “One thing you gotta know is there aren’t any secrets in the MC. You tell it to one of us; you tell it to all of us.”

Havoc seems like too much of a gentleman to go spreading my business around. “So they all know you’ve figured out when they’re going to die?”

Integer’s eyes bug out.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re scary.”

“Thank you.” I think.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

“You don’t want to do that. She’s Rogue’s.”

I turn to find Bear in the corner of the room we just stepped into. With the size of this space, it’s easy to see how I missed him. This place is larger than most ballrooms I’ve been in. There are dozens of tables with chairs around them. Little groupings of chairs and couches are dotted around. There are no less than two bars with shelves full of bottles that would make a bartender smile. The foosball tables, pool tables, dartboards, and video games scattered around make this a great place for people of all ages to hang out. “I don’t belong to any man.”