Page 56 of Peer & Coco

"I blew the beach trip we had planned but how about we drop Tyr off at the clubhouse tomorrow, and we go for a ride. We can get away from the city, maybe stop along the Columbia River or go up to Multnomah Falls."

"Yeah?" Her brows perked up. "I would love that."

"Then it's a date," he murmured.

She smiled and puckered her lips, calling him to her in that silent language only she spoke. He kissed her slow and deep. His woman was aroused.

He pulled back, looked down, and a grin came to his mouth. "He's asleep."

"It's not his nap time. Should I wake him up or—"

"Put him in the crib." He kissed her again. "Then, come to the bedroom."

"Yeah?"

He chuckled. "Ja."

Helping her off the couch, he stood and watched her sway her way to the hallway with Tyr in her arms. Once she was out of sight, he stretched his back and headed to the bathroom to knock the road dust off him before having sex with Coco.

In the hallway, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He went into the room, turned on the shower, and answered the call from Elling. "Just got back. I'll be in later to fill everyone in on what happened."

"That's not why I'm calling," said Elling.

"What's up?" He closed the bathroom door to keep from waking up Tyr.

"I found Kelli."

Fuck. He shut off the water. For a year, he'd had Elling looking for her. Peer had also contacted every friend and relative she had from Portland to Seattle in an attempt to find her. He never received a clue and had given up, writing her off.

But she was in Portland and not hiding anymore, trying to make contact, and now he knew where to find her.

He stood in the middle of the bathroom. "Where is she?"

Elling gave him an address off Powell Boulevard. He knew the area.

"Is that a hotel?" He opened the bathroom door and walked out to the living room.

"Nope, a house. The owner's name is Mitch Simmons."

Not recognizing the name, he found a piece of paper and pen in the kitchen, writing down the name and address. "Thanks, Elling."

"Don't thank me yet, brother."

"Is there something else I need to know?" He gripped the counter, bracing himself.

"Simmons is a member of Bantorus."

"He's what?"

"A Bantorus Motorcycle Club member."

"Jesus," he muttered.

"If you have plans on contacting him, I'll ride with you. I can get a few Slag members together and go any time you want," said Elling.

"Not yet. I'll let you know." He disconnected the call.

Hanging his head, he gritted his teeth. What the fuck was Kelli doing with one of Slag's enemies?