Page 38 of Property of Bob

The scar. The wheelchair.

The way he’d gotten tired from sitting up and tried to hide it.

I had driven here believing Ashland could help me.

I hadn’t prepared myself for the possibility that Ashland might need help too.

“What’s going on?”

I turned.

Skull stood in the clubhouse doorway. Fantastic.

Prime pointed at me. “She wants to go to her RV.”

I threw my hands up. “I’m being held captive.”

Shay made a choking sound.

Prime stared at me.

Skull didn’t react. That somehow made it worse. “Held captive?” he repeated.

“Yes.”

“You walked into the clubhouse on your own,” Skull drawled.

“After Prime wouldn’t tell me where Bob was,” I pointed out.

“I told you where he was,” Prime scoffed.

“Eventually.”

Prime looked at Skull. “See what I’m dealing with?”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Well, you’re the VP, do something about it,” Prime demanded.

Skull walked down the steps and stopped in front of me. “What do you want?”

“To go to my RV.” Obviously.

“For what?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” I rubbed both hands over my face. “I want my stuff. I want to sit there. I want to think. I just want to be somewhere familiar for a little while.”

Skull studied me.

I waited for another no.

Instead, he nodded. “Okay.”

I blinked.

Prime frowned. “Skull.”

“I said okay.”