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“Of course.” The waiter walked with her while other patrons filled in the gap between her and Bobby. She thought she could hear his frustration and feel his breath on her skin. Without looking back, she let the waiter take her to the table where Paco waited for her.
“Thank you,” she said as the waiter helped push her chair in.
An inquisitive look spread over Paco’s face. “Are you sick?”
“Bobby’s here. I saw him in the lobby when I was—”
Paco leapt up with such force that his water glass fell over. He ran off and she watched him disappear, her heart racing and her mouth dry. The waiter hurriedly sopped up the water and in no time, he’d replaced the wet tablecloth with a clean, dry one. She played with the stem on her glass, trying to calm the thoughts that kept crashing into each other in her head. The only thing that mattered was that Bobby had found her.
Icy fingers gripped her insides and twisted them.What if Victor is here to take what he paid for? I don’t know what to do. What if this was a setup and they’ve hurt Paco? I don’t know—
“I couldn’t find the fucker anywhere. Fuck!” Paco said as he sank in the chair.
She let out the breath she’d been holding.He’s safe.“I can’t believe he found me.”
“Me neither. I don’t see how he did unless he knows someone here in town, or it was just dumb luck. Alina’s not too far from Silverado. If I were looking, I’d fan out over all the counties within a two or three hundred-mile radius.” He looked at her then, holding her gaze with his fierce one. “You can’t go anywhere without me, not until I find the sonofabitch and take care of him.”
Take care of him?“What do you mean by that? Are you going to kill him?” she asked in a low voice, glancing all around.
“I’ll just fix it so you don’t have to worry about running into him anymore.”
The way he said it, coupled with the hard look in his gaze, stopped her from asking any more questions. The truth was she didn’t really want to know anything more about it. She hated Bobby, and it seemed right that his fate should be determined by a badass biker who probably never ran from a fight in his life. Bobby was the type of man who beat up women and cowered in front of men, but she suspected Victor wasn’t that way. He was the type who loved hurting womenandmen—an all-around psycho.
“Let’s go.” Paco helped her up, then nestled her under his arm.
On the way back, he drove around town, through hotel, motel, and bar parking lots and up and down the streets looking for Bobby, but she didn’t see him anywhere. He finally pulled onto the old highway and headed back to the clubhouse, constantly checking the rearview mirror.
When they’d gone up to his room, changed, and turned off the lights, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. “Don’t worry about this. I’ve got your back.”
“I know,” she whispered against his chest.
After they slipped under the covers, he tucked her close, his strong arm tight around her. Paco fell asleep almost immediately, but rest evaded her for a long while. She hated what Bobby had done to her that night. He’d destroyed her safe world all over again. She could no longer pretend that all was good and normal in her life. He’d taken that away from her, and she hated him for it.
