Ride Steady (Chaos #3)(30)

But they were expensive. They also had employee discounts, but I didn’t use them. Unless Travis was consuming it, I went generic all the way.

Tory, however, didn’t blink at shopping at LeLane’s. Which was what she did to pass her time while I fed my boy and spent time with him in the break room.

When my thirty minutes was up, I hid my despair from my son and trudged out.

Tory was waiting for me by her Mercedes.

“Can I strap him in?” I asked.

She nodded and moved away from the passenger side door, but did it opening it for me.

I put him in, gave him tickles, made him giggle, then kissed him right on his wet, open lips.

That made him grab my hair.

I fought back tears. “See you in a few days, sweetie pie.”

“Goo gah!”

I grinned at him, kissed his mouth again, then his cheek, his head, and having to get to work but preferring to endure torture, I pulled away.

I looked to Tory. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad you got time with him.”

I tried not to pay a lot of attention to her but right then I did.

She looked strange. Not haughty (which wasn’t often, but it happened). Not happy (which was often). Not indifferent (also often).

Troubled.

I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to know. But if I had to guess, she might be twenty-one and slim and beautiful with an up-and-coming attorney in one of the most established, wealthiest firms in Denver as her fiancé, but what was happening with Aaron and me couldn’t escape her.

I was hardly older than her and I’d been replaced. Then shoved to the ground. Then kicked when I was down. And last, kept from my son when he was sick.

If she didn’t hold Aaron (and she wouldn’t, she’d be me in a few years), my guess was it was beginning to dawn on her she could face the same.

It was unkind, but that wasn’t my problem.

My problem was I had to leave my son, go to work, and after work, go to Ride.

“Thanks again and take care of yourself,” I mumbled, closing the door on my son, giving him a finger wave and a big smile through the window while he stared up at me, looking like he did when he was about ready to start crying.

“Yeah, you too,” Tory replied as I turned quickly and rushed back to the store.

* * *

Four and a half hours after that, I turned into Ride.

I again didn’t park in the parking spaces by the store. I also didn’t park at one of the big bays of the garage.

I parked outside the Compound in the open space by the line of bikes.

I grabbed my purse, threw out my navy Converse-shod foot, pulled my khaki-clad bottom out of the seat, and slammed the door. I settled my purse on my shoulder and marched to the double doors of the compound.

I threw one open, entered and blinked quickly against the sudden dark, still walking in, my eyes going to the bar.

It came into focus and I saw it was my lucky day.

Among four other men, Joker was sitting there.

“Yo, babe,” one of them called.

“Yo,” I replied haughtily, my eyes never leaving Joker. Then I didn’t waste a second. “Joker, I’m sorry to bother you again, but can I have a word?”

“Travis okay?’ Joker asked instantly.

It was sweet he asked and it was sweet it was instant.

But I wasn’t in a sweet mood.

“Yes, I saw him at lunch. He’s pale and has a bit of a cough still, but he’s fine. Now can we speak?”

“Aren’t we speaking?” he asked.

“In private.” It came out almost as a snap.

At that moment, I felt the mood and looked to the other three men. None of whom I’d met or seen. All of whom looked curious, and didn’t hide it, and immensely amused, and didn’t hide that either.

The latter was the mood in the room.

That also didn’t embarrass me.

It didn’t make sense either. I didn’t find anything funny.

“Why don’t you take her to your room, Joke?” one of the guys suggested.

“Yes, let’s go there,” I agreed.

There was a truncated guffaw, which was truncated when I looked to the man who was emitting it. He pressed his lips together, but the minute he did, his eyes got huge, like biting back his humor was going to make his head explode.

“Hall,” Joker said and I looked to him.

“Sorry?”

He was off his stool and jerking his head toward the back. “My room’s off the hall.”

“Right,” I said shortly, straightened my shoulders, and I very well might have flipped my ponytail as I whipped around and marched to the door that Joker had come out of yesterday. I did this not knowing that my marching had a lot of bounce associated with it. But I felt the eyes, so I did it very much knowing they all followed.

I made it to the doorway and heard Joker direct, “Left.”

I went left.

“Stop,” he ordered when I was two doors down from the end.

It wasn’t surprising it was a long hall considering it was a long building. But it was surprising the number of doors off it.

I stood outside one that was open and peered in.

It wasn’t big, it wasn’t tiny.

What it was was filthy.

I swallowed.

I sensed Joker close and looked to see he was standing on the opposite side of the door waving an arm toward the room.