Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

“She was sitting on the couch in the middle. Jet black hair and green eyes that can see right through your soul,” Zip blurted before I could.

“She went outside for a bit?” King asked.

“Yup,” Zag confirmed. “It took all of Frost’s willpower to not follow her out the door.”

King nodded. “Been there before.”

“Please,” Zig laughed. “You and Meg were into each other the first time you met. Indiana doesn’t seem to be reciprocating Frost’s creepy advances.”

“Do you two assholes ever know when to shut up?” I growled.

King clapped me on the shoulder. “Calm down, kid. They aren’t telling me anything I wouldn’t be able to pick up on now that I’m back.”

“There isn’t anything going on,” I insisted. “I’m just keeping an eye on her and the rest of the girls until this shit gets cleared up.” That’s all I was doing.

Zig shook his head. “The only time you keep an eye on the other girls is when they are with Indiana.”

I didn’t have it in me to argue with Zig or Zag. They were exhausting. “There’s nothing going on between Indiana or me. Drop it.”

Zag shrugged. “Well, I guess you might be right, seeing as you didn’t jump up and follow her out of the room when she walked out.”

I whipped around on my stool, and my eyes fell on the empty spot where Indiana had been sitting five minutes ago. “What the hell?”

King turned with me. “Yeah, there’s nothing going on between the two of you,” he chided. He drained his glass and held it up over his head. “Make me another, Zig.”

I would have told him to make it two, but I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the drink until I knew where Indiana had taken off to. I could always ask Reva where she went, but then I was afraid that would just set more tongues wagging about Indiana and me.

“Go find her, boy,” King said quietly. “Don’t let your brothers get to you too much.”

Pfft. That was much easier said than done. “Later,” I grunted.

Indiana had to have either run to the bathroom or headed to bed. It was already after midnight, and she tended to turn in around ten. Those first few nights she had started staying at the clubhouse had surprised the hell out of me when she hauled her cookies to bed before everyone else. She usually worked well past two in the morning, and now that the club was closed, she was turning in awfully early.

I scanned the clubhouse as I made my way to hallway. We had gone from a pretty quiet clubhouse to now having close to twenty girls living with us. It was more than a slight adjustment.

Once I made it to the hallway, my room was the first door on the right, but I walked right past it and headed straight for the room Indiana was sharing with two other girls.

I knocked on the door impatiently.

“One second,” she called from inside.

I squelched the urge to twist the handle and fling the door open to see with my own eyes that she was safe. Instead, I folded my arms over my chest and counted.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5… I was all the way to twenty-five before the door moved.

“Frost.” She only cracked the door and wedged her face into the opening. “Everything okay?”

“It is now.”

“Oh, uh. Okay?” Her bright green eyes shone up at me, and I could tell she was confused about why I was tracking her down.

“I didn’t know you were going to bed,” I explained, though it really didn’t explain a lot because, in reality, she didn’t have to tell me when she was turning in for the night.

“Oh, well, I got tired, and Greta was telling a story about a cat with no eyes and two tails. I was afraid it was going to give me nightmares,” she explained.

“Otis?” I asked.

“It’s true?” she gasped.