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Quickly, I lather up and wash my hair, then rinse off. Taking the towel, I wrap it around myself as I step out of the stall and head to my locker.
“Kat!” Juan yells my name from the other side of the privacy wall. “Are you decent?”
“Give me a minute,” I answer back as I pull out my jeans, slip them on, then yank my top over my head. “Okay, I’m good.”
He walks around the privacy wall, a big hulking man, with a concerned look on his face. “You’re not leaving here with him, are you?”
I shake my head. “Hell no! I’ll be checking into a different hotel for the night.”
He looks relieved when I say that, and it makes me wonder what exactly Xavier said to him.
“Did he say something to you?”
“Ah he was just running off at the mouth.” He shrugged. “You know how some men can get.”
“Unfortunately, yes.” I stuff my ring clothes in my bag and look at him. “Can you call me an Uber?”
He nods. “Sure, I’ll have them meet you out front?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” He pulls out his phone as he starts to walk away. “Juan.”
He pivots on his heel and looks at me with raised brows. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for looking out for me. The next time you’re in the Nevada area you should stop in at my mom’s roadhouse. Drinks will be on me.”
He grinned. “Yeah. I’ll do that. What’s it called again?”
I laugh and roll my eyes, “Dry as a Bone.”
“Can’t forget a name like that! It’s out in the middle of the desert, right?”
“Yeah, the bikers love it.”
“I bet.” The walkie talkie at his side started crackling, and he turned it up. There was a fight breaking out amongst the spectators. “Gotta go. I’ll call an Uber on my way out for you. Take care Kat.”
“You too Juan.”
I run a hairbrush through my hair, then gather up my bag and purse and head out.
The cheers and groans from the audienceechoes down the narrow hallway as I make my way towards the front of the building. I can see the doors right ahead of me.
But I never make it to them.
Chapter 2
Present day
Rory Hennessy
My balls are freezing.
Standing around in a kilt is not my idea of a good time.
Not when there is a cool wind whipping around and at any given moment the ladies across from me could get an eyeful. It’s bad enough that they are sitting there in chairs across the dance floor, eye fucking me as I lean against a tent pole, holding my damn kilt down.
Ignoring them, I scowl at the people dancing around at my best friend’s wedding reception and can’t help but wonder why the hell I’m still here. Sure, I was the best man, but that duty was done hours ago.
I’m happy for the couple though. Declan, marrying Wren, a woman he found in the middle ofa road after she ran off from her arranged marriage, is definitely his match. But for some strange reason, part of me is not happy. I think it’s because Declan announced he was stepping back as Captain of the clan. As Clan Chief, the second in command, I’m to take his place. Something I don’t want.
