Wayne placed the dishes in the sink, shut off the lights, and guided her to the stairs. Halfway up the steps, he stopped. “Kings of Leon.”
He looked at her. “The group that does the song you were humming. Sex on Fire.”
She laughed and smacked his arm. “No way.”
“Swear it.” He kissed her quickly and chuckled.
She shook with laughter all the way to his bedroom. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Wayne, president of Notus MC, teasing her or so fun to be around. The normal awkwardness of first-time sex with another person never showed up. Everything that had to do with him seemed almost too perfect.
A phone beeped in Wayne’s back pocket, and two seconds later the doorbell rang. She dropped his hand and stood beside the bed.
“Hang on a second. I need to answer the door.” He kept his eyes on the screen of his phone and walked out of the room.
She followed him to the bedroom doorway and stopped. He’d gone downstairs.
In her sight, Wayne opened the front door at the bottom of the stairs. Glen walked inside. Clara stepped back planning to crawl into bed and give Wayne privacy when Glen said, “A girl is missing.”
A chill crawled up her spine. She stepped forward, staying out of sight.