Page 76 of Torch’s Wildfire
That gets my attention.
Striker isn't the type to waste time playing mysterious.
“About the cabin incident?”
A pause.
“Just get your ass here, Torch. And come alone.”
The line goes dead.
I stare at the phone.
Well, fuck.
Madison looks up.
“Everything okay?”
“Club business.”
Her expression closes immediately.
“Of course.”
I shove the phone into my pocket.
“Grim needs me at the clubhouse.”
“Then go.”
“Madison.”
“What?”
“I'm not doing this again.”
“Doing what?”
“Fighting with you every time I open my mouth.”
She lets out a humorless laugh.
“Then stop saying things that make me want to fight with you.”
“Sweetheart, you'd find a reason to argue if I told you the sky was blue.”
“Only if you insisted I needed your permission to look at it.”
I drag a hand over my jaw.
Stubborn woman.
“Listen. I need you to stay inside while I'm gone.”
Her eyes narrow.
There it is.
