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Just fine.

I hadn’t expected that from him.

Honestly, I hadn’t expected much of anything from the VP of a motorcycle club besides bossiness, and I’d gotten plenty of that already from the president, Anchor.

Skull turned toward the clubhouse.

“Pull! Wannabe!” The door opened a few seconds later.

A man stepped outside. Another younger guy came behind him.

“What’s up?” Pull asked.

Skull pointed at me. “Ramona wants some time at her RV.”

Pull looked at me and nodded.

No questions. No weird look.

Skull glanced toward the younger guy. “Wannabe, you’re with him.”

Wannabe looked between Skull and me. “Yeah.”

“You two take her out there. Check the RV before she goes inside. Then you stay outside,” he ordered.

“For how long?” Wannabe asked.

“As long as she wants to be there.”

Wannabe nodded. “Got it.”

Skull looked at Pull. “Don’t leave her alone.”

“Won’t,” Pull replied. There was something about that exchange that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Don’t leave her alone.

Not keep an eye on the RV. Not make sure nobody bothered her.

Don’t leave her alone.

I looked at Prime.

He was already watching me.

I quickly looked away.

Maybe I didn’t want to know.

“Ready?” Pull asked.

“Yeah.”

I turned toward Shay.

She smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

“You’re not coming?”