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“You and him… you’retogethernow?”
“It’s none of yourbusiness,Seth.”
He didn’t respond, and I hoped he’d left. I didn’t want to look up tocheck.
“Look…” he said, “I just want to apologize, Jessa. The last time I saw you, you were pretty upset. You know… at the party, here at thehouse—”
“What do youwant,Seth?”
“I just want to say I’m sorry. For all the shit I pulled back then. To be honest, I don’t remember a lot of it. I was prettymessedup—”
“I know you were.” I turned to face him, still gripping thespoon.
Brody walked in, and I went back to stirring my fajita sauce. If he picked up on the tension in the room, he didn’t show it. He just put his hand on my arm and kissed me on the temple, gave me a lingering look, and he and Seth disappearedagain.
When the meal was ready, I set out two plates on the bar with all the fixings forfajitas.
Then I ran outthedoor.
ChapterEighteen
Jessa
Admittedly,it was not the smartest move I’devermade.
I realized that in retrospect. But when I’d called Roni up, I thought she’d take me to the latest hot little bar where we’d drink martinis, and then maybe we’d find a gay bar with hot music where we could dance the rest of the night away and I could forget my troubles for a while. Or at least pretend they weren’tthere.
That was really more my speed these days, and more of what I was accustomed to when I went out with mygirlfriends.
Instead, she’d brought me here. To a house with barred windows, hidden in the trees up a dead-end road on the mountainside in North Vancouver; a road that was lined with Harleys, and a house that was packed full of bikers, the friends and associates of bikers, and women who were looking to screw bikers. Or whowerescrewing bikers, like right out on the dining room table, which one particularly ambitious young woman was doing,rightnow.
I supposed when I said I wanted to party, Roni and I had a really different idea of what thatmeant.
I knew she was into bikers when we were teenagers. I knew she’d dated one of the Kings back then, a friend of Piper’s, onandoff.
I knew she’d had a couple of guys in Sinners jackets back to her place the other night for athree-way.
Still.
I did notexpectthis.
While she got cozy with the blond guy I’d met at her place the other night, I excused myself to find a ladies’ room. Which ended up being a bathroom no one was currently fucking in, where there was vomit in the toilet and a sink clogged with a wad of bloody toiletpaper.
“Shit, Roni, seriously,” I muttered as I locked myselfinside.
Then IcalledJude.
“Hey,” I said, relieved when I got him on the second ring. “Tell me something. If I was at a party with a bunch of guys in motorcycle leathers that say Sinners on their vests, should I beworried?”
I got silence. For about tenseconds.
Then, “Say thatagain?”
“Um… I’m at a house party with a bunch of bikers. Most of them are wearing Sinners stuff. Isthatbad?”
“How many guys?” he asked. “How manybikes?”
“Maybe… eight bikes or so. About twenty, twenty-five guys. I counted six of them wearing Sinners stuff. And… there’s a guy with a Bastardsjacket,too.”
