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We stare at each other for a few moments, ignoring everyone else moving around us.

The light in her eyes slowly starts to dim, and her lips twist. Pushing her hands into her pockets, she sighs.

"I'll see you in a few days," she mutters as she squeezes my hand in hers, then walks away from me.

I twist around, watching her move up the stairs, my chest tightening with every step she takes.

Brows creased, I rub at my chest, trying to ease the pain stirring once she's out of sight.

Usually, I'm the first one out the door, already sitting on my bike as I wait for the others to be ready, but as I glance around the bar, with the sound of rumbling bikes behind me, I realize I'm the last one here.

Looking at the stairs once more, wishing I could follow after Trix but knowing I can't, I huff and turn toward the double doors.

Three days.

I'll be gone for three days.

I can handle that, can't I?

Chapter Thirty-Four

Trix

Last night, I struggled to sleep without Reeve. I spent half the night wrestling with the covers, tossing and turning, or fading in and out of sleep.

It wasn't until I cocooned myself in the blanket and cuddled into his pillow that I finally managed to get some sleep. But waking up this morning without his arms around me, I felt empty and cold.

He messaged me multiple times throughout the night, updating me on where they were whenever they stopped, and asking if I was okay. I lied every time, telling him I was fine and that he didn't need to worry.

Realistically, I feel lost without him.

It probably doesn't help that almost all of the guys are gone.

Mouse is here, but he's still avoiding me like the plague. Dodger and Munch keep to themselves. Callux is upstairs working through paperwork. And then there's Ghost, who's seemingly never here.

For the past two hours, I've been sitting behind the bar, twirling my phone around in my hand, while waiting for Reeve to message me.

They stopped at a motel last night, and he told me they'd be heading to their destination in the morning. I'm assuming I haven't heard from him because he's riding, but the silence is twisting my stomach and making me feel ill.

"Staring at your phone won't make him reply any quicker. You know that, right?"

Huffing, I look up at Dodger with narrowed eyes as he takes a seat on one of the stools across from me.

"I know you meant that as a joke, but I'm not in the mood right now, Dodge."

Pressing his lips into a flat line, he nods.

"My bad. I apologize. Just trying to cheer you up."

I force a smile onto my face. "I'm fine, see?"

He laughs, shaking his head.

"You're not fooling anyone, Trixie. Unfortunately for you, your face provides subtitles for everyone, so it's obvious you're not okay."

Rolling my eyes, I slap my phone down onto the bar.

"I just don't know what to do with myself. It's so quiet here. Munch is eating his way through the kitchen. You've got your head buried in your phone, messaging God knows who, Mouse is hiding from me, and it's not like I can go and sit with Callux."