Trooper Sandberg nodded his thanks and pointed to the book. "These names here. It says they were here during that time and camping in C7."
He leaned over and read the names. "Ah, Lisa and Kelli." He chuckled. "They're returning campers. Best friends. Funnier than hell. They always spend a week here in the summer. They've been coming here for...oh, about six-seven years. They like to go up to the alpine lake with their paddleboards. They leave their husbands at home and have a heck of a time while they de-stress."
Trooper Sandberg raised his gaze. "Security recordings?"
"Cell service barely works in the Bitterroot Mountains. We have a belief in not infringing on the privacy of the campers. We've never seen a need to record what other people are doing on our land because we make sure all the campers follow the rules—for their safety and to protect the forestry area," he said.
Trooper Sandberg removed a business card from his pocket and handed it over. "If you remember anything about Grace Lambert, give me a call on that line."
"Will do."
"Thanks for your time." Trooper slipped his notepad back in his pocket. "I'll have a look around and leave some flyers at the store."
"Help yourself."
Keenan walked over to his Harley. Riding out of the RV Park, he headed toward the clubhouse until he was out of view, and then, he then cut across the empty lot and headed home to Grace.
He'd been gone longer than he'd planned. She was probably worried.
As he shut off the engine, he remembered he hadn't stopped in at the store and grabbed the cash bag from J.J. Walking to the front door, he shrugged off the responsibility. He could stop in the morning and pick the profits up. Right now, he only wanted to get inside and be with Grace.
The pressure of keeping her had escalated with the arrival of the cop. It was too soon. The club members were almost done with the switch. But they needed time to accept the changes. They were doing better than he had, alone in the cabin.
They weren't alone. Support of the others would help them adjust faster.
He hoped Grace, too, would see they'd survive if they stayed together.
Chapter Thirty
Keenan grabbed the overhead bar and curled his arms, lifting himself until his chin was above the bar. Grace rubbed his lips together, taking in the way his muscles rippled with the effort.
When Keenan had given her the option to go with him to the pole building or stay in the house, she'd jumped at the chance for some fresh air. Even if it only took thirty seconds to walk across the grass. She'd needed the earth beneath her feet and the stars above her head to remind her that life was moving on without her. That somewhere out there, her sister was alone and missing her.
Keenan's cock hardened without him missing a pullup.
She raised her brows, amused by him. He seemed to always be aroused.
"If you keep looking at me that way, I won't get my exercises done." He lifted, dropped, and lifted his body again. "Hold it."
"What?"
"Hold my dick."
"Seriously?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." He pulled up, not even breaking a sweat.
"It's not going to mess you up?" She paused. "I don't want to make it harder for you to exercise, and then it takes you longer to finish."
She wanted to go to bed soon and have him all to herself for the rest of the night. Today had gone slow with him gone until dark. She was going crazy, stuck inside by herself.
"My dick needs exercise, too."
She stepped closer and caught his cock as he went down. Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she moved her hand with the pattern of him doing pullups.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
He grew in her hand. She glanced up at him, then back down at the veins along the length of him.
"When you mentioned those people made you enhanced, did they...do something with this part of you?"
He straightened his arms and hung from the bar. "No."
"If they gave you drugs to forget, they might've...I don't know, shot you up with steroids or some drug that made you bigger than any other man."
"They didn't."
"Hm." She stroked him. "Were you this big before the project?"
He pulled up, went down, and back up. "I probably gained a hundred pounds. I was skinny before."
She studied his upper thighs. There were white stretch marks that she'd noticed before high on his legs and where his armpits met his biceps. By how much he worked out, she assumed he'd gained muscles at a fast rate.
"But my cock is the same size as it was before the project."
She stroked the subject of their attention. While he was freely answering her questions, she had a few other things she was curious about.
"What about your family? Did they know you were in the project? What do they think about it?"
He let go of the bar and dropped to his feet. She lost contact with him.
Keenan walked to the swimming pool and dove in. She followed him. It was obvious she'd pushed her luck. But why wouldn't he tell her more about himself? Everything he talked about pertained to now, never the past.
Sure, he'd told her about spending many, many years in a project that abused and brainwashed him. But he never talked about his experience through it all or what kind of life he had before his enhancements.
She walked to the other end of the pool and slipped off her shorts and T-shirt. Getting into the hot tub, she decided to wait him out without asking any more questions.
She lasted ten minutes before her body overheated from the water, and she climbed out and sat on a chair to cool off. Keenan still swam laps, barely raising his head out of the water.
Scooting down in the chair, she let her head fall to the back and closed her eyes. The air felt good on her skin. Warm and relaxed, she wondered what her sister was doing at the moment. She blinked to awareness, reminded that Amelia was alone and afraid something had happened to her. If their positions were reversed and she had found out Amelia was shacked up with a man and hadn't called her to tell her she was okay, she'd flip out.
Getting up, she walked over and put her clothes back on. Instead of thinking about Keenan all the time, she needed to find a way to end the danger surrounding her. She was starting to doubt Keenan could solve the club's problems or stop the men he believed were responsible for bringing her here.
"Hey." Keen pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed a towel. "You okay?"
She blew out her breath, tired of always telling him she wasn't okay and nothing changing. "I want to talk to my sister."
"Soon."
She reached up and gathered her wet hair, flipping it over one shoulder. They were compatible in bed, out of bed, but their communication skills needed work. He just wouldn't listen when it came to her sister, and he wouldn't talk when it came to his life before the project.
Keenan pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants. Since it was dark outside, she stayed back while he opened the door and looked around. When it was safe, he gathered her hand and led her out. She looked up at the stars, feeling a million miles away from Canyon Beach. Even the air was different here. Instead of salt, there was pine freshness in the breeze. Grass under her feet instead of sand. The hoot of an owl instead of roaring from the waves hitting the beach.