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"Her mom is probably wondering what's going on." She frowned. "Hopefully, she blames you."

"Nice, Skye," he drawled.

She laughed. "I didn't mean it that way. She knows Mariah is all caught up in you lately, so she won't think much of you escorting her to and from work."

"Dania likes me." Brett shrugged "By now, she knows not to question what Havlin does."

"True." She pulled the rubber band out of her hair and shook it out. "Where should we go? Dad's house, the apartment, or the clubhouse?"

"Clubhouse." He grinned. "It'll save me a trip when I pick up Mariah and we can get out of this rain."

She gave him a thumbs-up, slid into the car, and reversed out of the driveway. As she drove, she rolled her head side to side, trying to shake off the headache that had hovered in the background all day. Tomorrow, she needed some serious downtime.

Even more, she needed time with Dio. This was the longest week ever.

Twenty minutes later, she pulled behind the clubhouse. She gazed at the bikes and spotted Dio's. Rejuvenated after working all day, she hurried out of the car.

"He's here." She bounced, giggling like a child.

Brett laughed. "Go on."

She jogged to the back door and found it locked. Looking over her shoulder, she shouted. "Was there a meeting?"

"Earlier." Brett walked across the lot. "It should be out by now. I haven't talked to anyone all day."

She cringed, knowing he was babysitting her and would've loved to be with his MC brothers instead of sitting in people's driveways waiting for her in the rain all day.

He tried the door and found it locked, then knocked. She peered around the lot. There were a lot of motorcycles here for the afternoon. Most of the men should be working but maybe the rain drove them all inside.

"My dad's here, too," she mumbled.

That was strange. He'd been riding with Dio all week. She looked at Brett, a thought hitting her.

"Do you think it's over?" she asked.

"Don't know." Brett took out his phone and texted.

There wasn't much she could do until someone unlocked the clubhouse. She texted Mariah, shooting off a teasing message about being with herboyfriend. She was so happy that Mariah was falling in love. It was perfect timing, considering they could share another step in their lives together.

"Dio's not answering." He wiped the raindrops off the phone and pocketed it. "Either is your dad."

"What should we do?"

He lifted his fist and banged on the door. "Someone will open the door."

Time slowed. She paced back and forth. The crazy idea that everyone had gone in lockdown, except them, crossed her mind.

"It's like the apocalypse. We're left out here to survive—disease, zombies, mutants, and rainstorms." She pressed her ear against the door. "I can't even hear music or talking."

Brett cocked his brow. "It's a steel door, Skye."

"It was worth a try." She shrugged. "Maybe we should go to the coffee shop and wait."

"Give me a sec." Brett pulled his cell out again. "Wire's answering."

She stopped and waited to see what was said when the door opened, making her jump. Pressing her hand to her heart, she exhaled loudly.

"You scared me to death." She stepped forward to go inside.