She had needed to think, needed to try to figure out how in the hell to make this right. She was actually surprised to see Kink’s Harley parked in front of the house. She had assumed he would have left, driven around to clear his head, drink away his anger, or just get away from everything. She knew she would have done any of those if she had been in his situation. God, her dad was such a good man, and so didn’t deserve this feeling of betrayal, and although they hadn’t meant to hurt him, he was devastatingly hurt. She had seen it in his face. But Lucien was a good man also, and she hated that he was hurting too, because he thought he betrayed his friend. Scrubbing her hand over her face, she breathed out, rested her head on the back of the seat, and prayed everything worked out. “It has to work out,” she whispered. Getting out of the car she moved up the front steps and into the house. Everything was pretty quiet, but then she heard the sound of a bottle clanking against a glass.
