Chapter Sixty Two
The drive back to the compound that Thursday evening felt different. The air inside the truck cabin was heavy, thick with a strange silence that I could not quite understand. Stone’s large hand was still resting on my thigh, but his grip was tighter than usual, almost bruisingly so. His dark eyes remained fixed on the dark road ahead, his sharp jawline set in a rigid, frozen line. I thought he was just angry about Victoria Lang’s rude surprise visit to the bakery. I had no idea that the real storm had already started brewing behind my back, and that my carefully hidden secret had already been dragged into the light.
One of the young club prospects assigned to my security detail had seen Tyler standing at the counter the day before. He had seen us talking, seen the quiet
