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Monster had cleared the room, and tension hung in the air. Ghost glanced at Angel, and she noticed it too as her body tensed. “We need to hold church,” he said to the men who remained.

“I'm not going into church,” Angel said.

Monster stopped. “Didn't ask you to.”

Angel blinked. “You three are going upstairs,” he ordered.

Ghost frowned. “Why?”

“Because I'm talking to my officers first,” he said.

“This involves her,” Ghost said.

“It involves my club too,” Monster reminded. Ghost didn't like it. If this was about Angel, he and Hammer should both be in the room. Monster stepped closer. “I'm not shutting you out. I'm handling my responsibility as Prez.” That Ghost understood. It didn't mean he had to like it. “Just give me twenty minutes,” Monster said.

“Ten,” Ghost countered.

“Fifteen,” Monster said. Ghost nodded, and Monster looked at Hammer. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Hammer said.

Then Monster’s gaze shifted to Angel. “You hungry?”

She seemed confused by the question. “What?”

“Food. You eat it, right?” he asked. Ghost smirked, and Hammer shot him a look. Monster continued. “Kitchen's stocked. Make something. Drink something. Try not to kill either of these assholes before I get upstairs.”

“No promises,” Angel said.

Monster smiled. “I like her.”

“You already have your own woman,” Hammer grumbled. Ghost turned slowly toward him, and Angel did too.

Hammer froze. “What?”

Ghost grinned. “Nothing.”

“Fuck both of you,” Hammer said.

“Careful,” Angel said. “That's how I ended up in this mess.” Ghost nearly choked, and Hammer's mouth dropped open as Angel smiled sweetly and headed for the stairs.

Ghost watched her go, and Hammer slapped him in the chest. “Stop staring at her ass.”

“You're staring too,” Ghost defended.

“That's different,” Hammer insisted.

“How is it different?” Ghost asked.

“I don't know, it just is,” Hammer said. Ghost laughed. For a man who'd spent years convincing himself he didn't need anyone, this was getting dangerously close to feeling good. That was the problem because he knew firsthand that good things disappeared. Levi had taught him that—not intentionally, but Ghost had learned the lesson anyway. Everything worth loving could be taken.

He followed Angel upstairs, and Hammer came behind him. The second they entered the room, Angel's humor disappeared. She stopped beside the bed, and Ghost's gaze followed hers. The sheets were still tangled up from the night before, and one pillow still lay on the floor. It was evidence of the night they'd shared.

Angel folded her arms over her chest. “This feels weird.”

Hammer shut the door. “What does?”

“Being back here,” she admitted.