It opens in Murphy’s ginger beard comes into view. He grins, wide and easy. “Morning. How’d you sleep?”
“Good.”
“Hey.” Z pushes Murphy aside and squeezes my shoulder.
“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Lilly pats my arm and takes Chance’s hand.
“Hang on, siren.” Z steps past me to talk to Lilly and his son.
Murphy shakes his head. “What’s up?” He opens the door wider and motions for me to come in.
Z returns to us. “We’ll be having breakfast after church,” he says to me.
Not sure the club will want me sitting down with them for church yet, but I nod, anyway.
“I needed to talk to you,” I say to Z.
“Heidi still down in the dining room?” Murphy asks.
“She was a minute ago.”
“Cool.” He slaps my back. “I’ll see you in a few, Grinder.”
“Didn’t mean to kick him out,” I say to Z after the door closes.
“Don’t sweat it. I do it all the time.” He plops down at the desk Murphy had been leaning against. “This is my old desk, and I kick him out of it whenever I need to.” He grins the same devilish smile that used to get him attention from all the ladies back in the day. “What’s on your mind?”
“You still able to find addresses and track people down?”
He turns toward a slim black machine on the desktop. “Hell yeah. Who you need to track down?”
“Rosie.”
The cheerful expression slides off his face.
“I don’t want to hear it, Angus,” I warn.
He holds his hands in the air. “I didn’t say anything, brother.”
“I need to see her…to talk to her.”
“Is that why you scared away all the eager ladies dying to welcome you home last night?” his tone’s almost accusatory, and I don’t care for it one fucking bit.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
“Grinder—”
“It’s not your concern where I stick my dick.”
He frowns. “Didn’t say it was, but—”
“Can you get me an address or not?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get you the address. Just tell me why you want to see her?”
Ah, I get it. He’s worried.
“I ain’t gonna hurt Rosie,” I assure him.
“She did ya pretty fuckin’ dirty.”
“That’s not your concern,” I snap.
“What’s going on?” The door swings open, almost bumping into me, and I jump out of the way.
“Easy.” Rock holds out his hands. “Sorry, Grinder.” His gaze swings from Z and back. “What’s going on?” he asks again.
“I asked him to get Rosie’s address for me, and the fucker’s throwing me attitude.” I shoot a glare at Z. I’m probably gettin’ more pissed off than I should, but I can’t help it. “Don’t give a fuck what patch you’re wearing now, Prez. I ain’t taking shit from you.”
“All right. Simmer down.” Rock uses one of those whoa hand gestures like you might try to calm a wild horse, and it’s having the opposite effect on me. “Z, will get you the address.”
“Here.” Z bumps my hand. “This should be it.”
I glance down and take the piece of folded over paper he’s offering me.
“Thank you.” I snap it out of his hand.
I should apologize. By all rights, Z should kick my ass for showing him so much disrespect.
“You want one of us to go with you?” Rock offers.
“No.” Even though it hurts like hell to say the words out loud, I explain, “I just need to talk to my wife.”