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Tracker's End (Wind Dragons MC #3)(15)
Author: Chantal Fernando

And I’m left sitting there contemplating.

Is it possible for me and Tracker to have a relationship after all?

FIVE

YOU made up an Ed Sheeran drinking game?” I say into the phone, blinking slowly.

“I did,” Anna yells, making me wince. “I drank every time he sings the words me and I. I’m drunk, Lana. Drunk.

Druuunnnkkkk. Will you come and pick me up?”

I smirk at her slurring voice. “Me and I, huh? How many songs did you get through?”

“Not many,” she replies cheerfully. “Oops. Almost fell over.”

I love Ed Sheeran.

“Lana, why didn’t you come out? You need to get laid. I know it’s been a while, but it’s like riding a bike.” She pauses. “But the bike is a penis.”

I start laughing at that.

“I’m hungry too,” she continues. “I wonder if any sushi places are open right now.”

I walk to my kitchen countertop and grab my keys. “Where is Arrow?”

He didn’t usually leave her side unless he had to.

“He’s on a run,” Anna says, sighing heavily. “I’m standing outside of Rift. Rake’s inside, but he’s hooking up with someone.”

Typical.

“Are you busy? I can catch a cab,” she says. “I told Arrow I wouldn’t leave alone though.”

“Give me five minutes,” I tell her, and hang up.

Rift is a bar owned by the Wind Dragons MC and is pretty close to my house. My mom is at the hospital, where she works as a nurse, and I am home alone on my laptop. The call from Anna was unexpected at this time of the night, but not unwelcome. Anna had invited me out, but I’d declined. I didn’t know Arrow was away on a run, and I didn’t want to be a third wheel. I also had a book I needed to finish. After Tracker left my house the other day, I was surprisingly inspired, and the sex scenes I wrote were hotter than ever. Looks like a kiss from him was just what I needed.

I didn’t plan on getting out of the car, so I didn’t bother to change out of my black track pants and white tank top. Sliding my feet into ballet flats, I grab my purse and get into my car. Ronald, my beat-up old Honda, sits next to my new car, a black Hyundai Tucson. The seat covers are a hot pink that make me smile every time I see them. Making sure to drive the speed limit the whole way, I find a parking spot and pull out my phone to call Anna. When she doesn’t pick up, I groan and try again.

Nothing.

I’m about to get out of my car, dressed properly or not, when she calls me back.

“Where are you?” she asks in greeting, slurring her words slightly.

“Parked.”

She cheers. “Which car are you in?”

“The Tucson.”

“Okay, we’ll be right there,” she says before hanging up.

We?

Guess Rake needs a ride too.

Wrong.

When I see Anna and Tracker walking side by side to my car, my eyes go big. He looks good. His blond hair is loose and sitting on his shoulders and he’s wearing dark jeans with a shirt rolled up at his wrists. Matched with biker boots, the chain hanging from his wallet, and his cocky grin, the man exudes power and sexuality. Has it only been two days since he was at my house? Has he always looked this good? I marvel at my self-control for having ever denied him. The man is a god. Ever the gentleman, he opens the car door for Anna before sliding into the front passenger seat, flashing me a grin and leaning forward to kiss my cheek. I can faintly smell a woman’s perfume on him, making me grit my teeth.

“Fun night?” I ask, forcing a smile.

“Just got better,” he replies, then turns his head to look at Anna. “Made her drink some water, help sober her up.”

I turn to look at her too. “How you feeling, Anna Bell?”

Her eyes are closed.

And then she starts snoring.

Tracker bursts out laughing, slapping his palm on my dashboard once.

I narrow my eyes on him. “No need to beat up my car.”

His mouth twitches. “Sorry, baby.”

Baby?

That is new.

And I don’t know how I feel about it. The man has me confused, lost, and drowning. I want him—I don’t want to want him, but I can’t stop. I am a shipwreck, and he’s the storm. I can see him coming, but I still don’t move out of the way.

I start the engine and look straight ahead. “Where to?”

“Clubhouse,” he says. “You can sleep there too.”

“And why would I do that?” I ask, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. “I’ll drop you and Anna off and then go home.”

“I don’t want you driving alone,” he states. “So you’re staying. You’re safe; don’t worry. It’s not like it’s just going to be you and me alone there, there’s always someone at the clubhouse. We can grab some food, and by the time we get back Rake will probably be there anyway, and he sure as fuck won’t be alone.”

“That’s just what I want to see,” I reply. “A live show starring my best friend’s brother.”

Is that meant to make me feel more comfortable? I guess Rake is a safety net to me in some ways, because I already know him, but I don’t want to see him in his element.

“You won’t see anything,” he says, smirking. “Just the audio. ‘Ohhhhh, Rake . . .’ ”

I giggle. “Seriously, there is something wrong with you guys.”

   
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