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“What’s he up to, Harley?” I narrowed my eyes as I glanced toward the front porch.
I moved back to the little side window and found Trigger with his head down and his arms braced against the door frame. I couldn’t hear him, but he seemed to be arguing with himself.
After a few moments, his shoulders heaved as he sighed and he lifted one had to knock on the door.
“Aeryn, can we please talk? I really need to clear the air with you.”
I glanced down at Harley in time for her to gurgle and stuff a hand into her mouth.
“You think I should talk to him?” I tilted my head and she cooed with a trusting look. I snorted and shook my head as a smile curled my lips. “Okay, but only because you said so.”
I unlatched all the locks except the chain and opened it as much as it would allow. “I’m here, so talk.”
“May I please come in?” He looked tired and stressed, more so than I ever remembered.
“Talk first then I’ll decide if you’re welcome inside. Neither Harley nor I need a man to tell us what to do.” I lifted my chin.
He sighed again and stood up, nodding. “I wasn’t kidding. Neo really did send me, though I admit I might’ve twisted his arm just a bit. But I do want to help and I know there might be a killer nearby. I also know what it’s like to be a new parent.”
My brows came down. “Are you telling me you have kids and you’re fucking around in a motorcycle club? That’s low, Three Lines.”
He blinked. “Wow, no one’s called me Three Lines in more than thirty years.” The warm smile totally transformed his face.