"So this is the infamous Christine Stone?"
Christine did her best not to be intimidated by the man who stood before her, but authority oozed off of him in waves. He wore it like a badge of honor—it almost reminded her of Clinton.
"This is her." The don't-be-a-d**k tone of Travis' voice told Liam that maybe he had laid it on a little too thick, but they were all on edge. Someone was threatening the club and members of their family.
"Why don't you have a seat?" he asked, sitting at his kitchen table.
She did so, breathing a sigh of relief when Travis sat down beside her. She was half afraid that Liam would say he couldn't be a part of what was starting to feel very much like an interrogation.
"I'm not trying to scare you, honestly I'm not," Liam started, as he reached over and pulled a
