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But, he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't leave her job. She'd stay in Missoula, and doing so, would get her hurt.

"Fuck," he mumbled, striding to the door.

Outside, he looked to his left, where she always parked her car, and found the spot empty. Striding over to his motorcycle, he had a good idea where she'd go. At least eventually.

If she couldn't find a room at one of the motels, she'd park off the interstate at the base of the mountain by the river. The woman was a survivor.

He wasn't worried about her taking care of herself.

He was worried about what other people could do to her.

"It's all your fault," yelled Angie.

Twyla's sister walked back from the sidewalk in front of the clubhouse, fit to be tied. Dysfunctional families weren't his specialty. He failed to understand why Angie couldn't get along with Twyla or why she suddenly stuck up for her.

"If you would've let her stay with you, none of this would be happening. Your sister would be home safe." He put on his helmet and threw his leg over the seat of his Harley.

"Don't tell me how to treat my sister." Angie planted her hands on her hips.

"Jesus." Ringtail grabbed Angie and pulled her away from Whip. "Knock it off before Whip brings the whole clubhouse down on you."

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Ringtail to control his woman. But he couldn't even control Twyla.

He started his Harley and roared out of the parking lot. Missoula wasn't that big. He'd find Twyla.

He had to find her.

He just didn't know what he was going to do with her after he found her.

Chapter 21

Twyla

The match in Twyla's hand broke in half. She threw the matchbook on the pile of wood within the circle of river rocks. There was no reason to have a fire.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning.