Axe's Fall: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 4) by Chiah Wilder Page A
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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said aloud as her heart fell into the pit of her stomach.
The man stepped inside.
Chapter Nine
A burst of adrenaline kicked in, and Baylee sprung past the man. Before he could react, the elevator door shut. She stood frozen, fixated on the closed shiny door. Was the man meaning to harm her, or did she overreact? Her instincts told her he was following her, watching her. The thought of someone targeting her scared the hell out of her.
She debated taking the stairwell, but decided against it. Tears stung her eyes as she stood motionless, not knowing what to do. The elevator bell rang, and her racing heart felt as though it would explode right out of her chest. Her leg muscles tightened, and she sprinted away before the doors opened and the man came out.
Dashing into the bar, she searched the room for a place to hide.
“Baylee,” Logan called as he waved her over to his table.
For the first time since she’d worked with him, she was happy to see him. She walked over to his table and took the seat across from him, so she could see the lobby. The waitress took her order and, in less than a minute, the scorching warmth of brandy burned down Baylee’s throat.
“Did you change your mind about having a drink?”
She placed the brandy snifter on the wood table. “Yes.” Scanning the bar, she said, “It’s nice in here. Looks very rustic and inviting. I bet the stone fireplace gives a lot of heat in the winter. It’s huge.” She stared at the massive fireplace that filled the entire back wall.
Logan agreed, then began rambling about the project and what they needed to do. As he droned on, Baylee tuned him out, her pulse racing each time the elevator doors opened. Then she spotted him, coming out of the elevator, moving his head all around. He was looking for her. A chill snaked its way down her back, and she shifted in her chair so Logan blocked her. She silently prayed that the man wouldn’t come into the bar.
Her prayer went unanswered.
When he entered, Baylee bent down, pretending to pick something off the floor. She watched his brown loafers as they took a few steps, hesitated, then retreated. Slowly, she sat up, observing him as he left the hotel, his cell phone next to his ear and his mouth moving. A sigh of relief washed over her.
“Are you okay? You look real pale, all of a sudden,” Logan said.
She laughed nervously. “It must be the brandy. Alcohol and exhaustion never mix well for me.” The back of her neck ached, and she rubbed it.
Logan finished his drink. “Are you ready to go up?”
“Yes. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”
They rode up the elevator in silence, and when he walked her to her room, she was grateful. “Thanks for seeing me to my door. Goodnight.”
“No worries. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m sure. Thanks again. See you at work in the morning.”
After she secured the third lock, Baylee exhaled. She’d been on edge ever since she sensed someone watching her. When she noticed the man in the lobby, her fears were confirmed. Maybe he was just a pervert, but she had a gut feeling it was more. Her inner voice told her it was somehow related to her mother’s murder, but her voice of reason argued she was being paranoid and ridiculous. The murder had happened so many years before, and in Denver, not Pinewood Springs. Only a few people knew she was in town for a few months. She was acting like a scared little girl. Or was she?
Many times over the years, she’d felt someone watching her. She’d never seen anyone, and couldn’t prove it with hard evidence, but she knew he was there, lurking in the dark corners of her life. Watching. Waiting for her memory to come back so he could silence her forever. The niggling feeling shrouded her life, but how could it happen in Pinewood Springs? She’d never been to the town before, and she knew her mother never had, so why did she experience the same fear and dread of being watched?
Maybe it’s all
The man stepped inside.
Chapter Nine
A burst of adrenaline kicked in, and Baylee sprung past the man. Before he could react, the elevator door shut. She stood frozen, fixated on the closed shiny door. Was the man meaning to harm her, or did she overreact? Her instincts told her he was following her, watching her. The thought of someone targeting her scared the hell out of her.
She debated taking the stairwell, but decided against it. Tears stung her eyes as she stood motionless, not knowing what to do. The elevator bell rang, and her racing heart felt as though it would explode right out of her chest. Her leg muscles tightened, and she sprinted away before the doors opened and the man came out.
Dashing into the bar, she searched the room for a place to hide.
“Baylee,” Logan called as he waved her over to his table.
For the first time since she’d worked with him, she was happy to see him. She walked over to his table and took the seat across from him, so she could see the lobby. The waitress took her order and, in less than a minute, the scorching warmth of brandy burned down Baylee’s throat.
“Did you change your mind about having a drink?”
She placed the brandy snifter on the wood table. “Yes.” Scanning the bar, she said, “It’s nice in here. Looks very rustic and inviting. I bet the stone fireplace gives a lot of heat in the winter. It’s huge.” She stared at the massive fireplace that filled the entire back wall.
Logan agreed, then began rambling about the project and what they needed to do. As he droned on, Baylee tuned him out, her pulse racing each time the elevator doors opened. Then she spotted him, coming out of the elevator, moving his head all around. He was looking for her. A chill snaked its way down her back, and she shifted in her chair so Logan blocked her. She silently prayed that the man wouldn’t come into the bar.
Her prayer went unanswered.
When he entered, Baylee bent down, pretending to pick something off the floor. She watched his brown loafers as they took a few steps, hesitated, then retreated. Slowly, she sat up, observing him as he left the hotel, his cell phone next to his ear and his mouth moving. A sigh of relief washed over her.
“Are you okay? You look real pale, all of a sudden,” Logan said.
She laughed nervously. “It must be the brandy. Alcohol and exhaustion never mix well for me.” The back of her neck ached, and she rubbed it.
Logan finished his drink. “Are you ready to go up?”
“Yes. Are you coming?”
“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”
They rode up the elevator in silence, and when he walked her to her room, she was grateful. “Thanks for seeing me to my door. Goodnight.”
“No worries. Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I’m sure. Thanks again. See you at work in the morning.”
After she secured the third lock, Baylee exhaled. She’d been on edge ever since she sensed someone watching her. When she noticed the man in the lobby, her fears were confirmed. Maybe he was just a pervert, but she had a gut feeling it was more. Her inner voice told her it was somehow related to her mother’s murder, but her voice of reason argued she was being paranoid and ridiculous. The murder had happened so many years before, and in Denver, not Pinewood Springs. Only a few people knew she was in town for a few months. She was acting like a scared little girl. Or was she?
Many times over the years, she’d felt someone watching her. She’d never seen anyone, and couldn’t prove it with hard evidence, but she knew he was there, lurking in the dark corners of her life. Watching. Waiting for her memory to come back so he could silence her forever. The niggling feeling shrouded her life, but how could it happen in Pinewood Springs? She’d never been to the town before, and she knew her mother never had, so why did she experience the same fear and dread of being watched?
Maybe it’s all
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