The silence in the room was deafening. You could hear the ticking of Patton's Rolex and the shallow breaths that Daryl was taking. Marcus' hand that had started drawing patterns on my exposed thigh was frozen mid-stroke.
I wasn't sure what reaction I was hoping for but this was definitely not it. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. The reaction I got from them was not something I was prepared for. It gave me the answer before they even opened their mouths.
"Where did you hear that name?" Patton asked, his voice strained as if he had been in the sun for too long and he was patched.
I repeated what had occurred at the club, explaining how the women found me in the bathroom and how Gwen spoke as if she knew them.
"Red hair?" Daryl frowned.
I nodded, "yes."
Marcus gave my leg a gentle s
