Leaning on the table with my chin in my hand, I scanned the place again with a more thorough eye, picking up small details I’d missed. There were rough-edged words carved into the wood detailing. A fist sized hole was in the wall near the double doors. And, either the men had a flair for unusual vases, or a few large bongs were on the coffee table.
My eyes drifted back to the entryway the men had gone through.
“What’s the meeting about?” I asked, though I didn’t anticipate an answer.
“Club business,” he said, giving me about what I expected before surprising me by adding, “you.”
“Am I club business?”
Haze hiked a brow. “Oh yeah.”
I didn’t know much, but I did know one thing for sure…
That was not good.