(Cassidy)
Dane was gone most of the evening.
That wasn't unusual when club business got involved. One phone call could change an entire day and everybody connected to Devil's Reach learned that sooner or later. By the time night settled over the compound, I was stretched out on the couch watching television and waiting for him to get back.
The door to our section finally opened a little after nine.
I looked up from the television and saw Dane step inside carrying his helmet. He shut the door behind him and headed straight for the kitchen without saying much. A minute later he came back with a bottle of water and dropped onto the couch beside me.
I looked at him for a moment.
"Everything sorted?"
He took a drink before nodding once. Then he rested the bottle on his knee and leaned ba
