Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,1

there.”

I froze. “Uh, why?” I whispered. Staying didn’t seem like the right choice to me. Leaving looked pretty damn good. Pretty sure it was better for everyone if I just skedaddled away.

“Because I want to know what the hell you’re doing here,” he growled.

I tipped my head to the side. “Uh, you mean the clubhouse or just in general?” I mean, he knew why I was in the clubhouse, right?

“Deedra,” he grunted. His eyes connected with mine. “I see your sass is still present.”

Well, hell, if that didn’t transport me back to lying in bed with Point when my sassiness tiptoed over the line of cute into me getting my ass spanked. “I have to get back to work. I can’t stand around here all day.”

I needed to work on getting the story in order and then look for my next lead. And see about running far, far away.

“Damn,” Kimber gasped. She fanned her face with her hand and sighed. “Y’all are like a sexy soap opera right now. I can feel the sexy, smoldering tension in the air.”

“No,” Point and I replied in unison.

“There is no smoldering between us,” I insisted. There couldn’t be. My heart couldn’t handle Point taking up residency again. “It’s been three years.” Three years of me trying to erase any memory of Point. I thought it had worked, but having him standing here I knew I was far from forgetting about him.

“Right,” Kimber drawled.

“I really need to go,” I muttered. My brain couldn’t process everything going on. Kimber’s running commentary on it also wasn’t helpful.

“We need to talk,” Point insisted.

I shook my head. “No, we don’t. Not right now. If you really want to talk to me, Queenie has my number.” I bolted from the clubhouse like hellhounds were on my heels and beelined for the news van.

I didn’t know what to say to Point. I was resigned to the fact that I would never see or talk to him again. Suddenly, he was right in front of me, and I did the only thing I could.

I fled.

“Whoa,” Pat called. “Where’s the fire?”

I threw open the sliding door for to the van, tossed in the camera bag, and slammed it shut. “No fire. Just eager to get back to the studio to work on the piece.” Liar.

Pat closed the back hatch and leisurely walked to the driver’s door.

I ducked into the passenger seat and impatiently waited for Pat to get his ass in the van. He was moving like molasses in January.

“Let’s go, Pat,” I urged. “If we hurry, we can get this done before the end of the day.”

Pat slid onto the seat and stuck the key in the ignition. “If we get it done today, what are we going to do tomorrow?”

I shrugged and glanced at the entrance to the clubhouse. I had about fifteen seconds before Point flew out the front door and dragged me out of the van. “There’s always another story waiting for us, Pat. You know that. The news waits for no one.”

Pat scoffed and shifted into the drive. “Only because you’re always looking for the next story. A year ago, before you blew into the studio, it was a miracle if Tim and I covered more than three stories a week.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my seatbelt over me. “And that is why Tim no longer works at KDJT. You aren’t really doing your job if you’re not delivering the news every day.” From what I had heard Pat was close to being out the door along with Tim, but he thankfully kicked it into gear when I was hired. He fed off of who he was working with. Tim was less than motivated while I ran circles around the station looking for my next lead.

Pat rolled to a stop at the edge of the driveway.

I turned in my seat and caught a glimpse of Point storming out of the clubhouse.

Oh, shit.

“You want to grab lunch?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously. “Yes, totally. Let’s go. Now.” I would have agreed to jump into the pits of hell if it meant we got the hell out of there.

Pat chuckled and turned right.

Point stopped in the middle of the driveway and folded his arms over his chest. My eyes connected with his, and a shiver ran through my body.

That might have been the first time I had seen Point in three years, but something told me it wouldn’t be the last.

I sighed and relaxed into my seat.

Point was my