something with Jamie, and he wanted to find out what it was. When his lips brushed hers, he’d thought he felt heaven and it tasted of raspberry.
Mike shrugged . “You’ve never talked to anyone here before, well…besides me. You know we’re about to start a revolution. This isn’t the time to fall for some eighteen year old girl. We’re the leaders of this movement. We need to be on top of our game.”
The revolution was something they’d planned for years and the club was the start of it. Henry knew he shouldn’t be thinking about Jamie, that she might be his weakness, but he couldn’t stop himself. It was as if she was burned into his brain.
“ Let’s go and talk about what’s going to happen in the next few days,” Mike said as he shook his head, but kept his smile on his face.
Henry walked back into his private room with Mike . He poured two drinks and handed one to his best friend. Mike was more of a brother to him, and would do anything for him. When he’d first thought up the revolution, he’d thought Mike would have told him it was a suicide mission, but he didn’t. He’d said he was with him and that he too thought Blues should have their freedom.
“ Okay we have a special delivery being sent to Wicked Moore’s house tomorrow morning,” Mike said with a laugh, drawing Henry from his thoughts.
The special delivery was a cow’s head and heart. Mike thought it would be funny to send that to all of the lead members. “What have you found out about Moore’s secret child?” Henry asked. He’d been the one to discover that William Moore had a child, one that was about seventeen or eighteen years old.
“ Not much, all I know is Moore sent him or her to a private school. No one that I can find has ever seen the Moore offspring…ever. Becca Moore died giving birth to their first and only child, or very close to it, anyway.” It wasn’t new information. They had known that since they started planning the revolution.
“ Did you set it up? A>
“ Yes, guess I should have told you sooner. You start in the morning. You need to get home and sleep.” Mike punched his shoulder and laughed. He strode to the door and opened it. “Be careful tomorrow,” he said over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.
Henry sat alone in his private room knowing that he should be thinking about their plans because they had a lot of people counting on them, but when he closed his eyes he saw perfect red hair and beautiful gray-green eyes and he heard a laugh that made you want to join in.
* * *
Jamie walked into a dark house. She hoped her father was asleep, but her luck was up. Her heart stopped when a bright light turned on, and her father’s face became clear.
“ You promised to be home before twelve thirty. It is now one fifteen. Where were you?” he demanded.
S he’d never liked lying to her father, usually he could tell that she was, so she tried to stick as close to the truth as possible. “I wanted to have some girl time with Emily, so we went to dinner and talked. Sorry I’m late, it won’t happen again,” she said with a smile. Jamie watched her father’s face soften at her apology.
“ You know I worry about you. This is your first time being home in a long time. I’ve kept your identity a secret from everyone for a reason, Jamie. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.”
Her mother had died the day after she was born. And since it was after midnight, Jamie knew it was the anniversary of her death. It was always a hard day for both of them. Her father had lost the only woman he had ever loved, and she’d lost a mother she would never get to know. Her mother’s picture was hanging above the fireplace, but he never talked about her. She thought about his words, that he’d kept her identity a secret for a reason. She knew he was convinced that someone would kill her to get to him. She’d always told him he was way too paranoid for his
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