Chapter 62

AARON

Holy shi t. I just walked into a frat house.

That’s my first impression of Pack Roberts’ main hall.

There are pool tables and flat screen tv’s. Bars with cases of alcohol stacked haphazardly. At least a dozen empty kegs are lined like silver building blocks along one wall.

Couches have cigarette burns and look old, the leather faded and cracking.

I stare into the far right corner. Thinking I must be wrong about what I see.

But. Nope. It’s right there…

A stripper pole.

Naturally.

And the whole room bears an unforgettable stench.

stale beer. Smoke. S*x.

place is a hot mess.

glance at Leah.

Her pretty face is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her

expression one too many

beside her. I address Liam: “I

“You have no idea.”

trashed room. She has an

Leah, I can sense

scents here are layered. It’s not a one-night bender that tarnished this space. It’s years of

Leah came to live with me. I can’t imagine her fate

come this way,” Liam says.

his arm for Leah to precede

next

casts me a

fine. She’s pis sed. I

And she’s got to know that even though she is the

three pretty major

apart. He moves across the room to sweep aside the heavy curtains. Light streams in, making

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