Innocent.
And hung like a—
“Hey, Val? Have you seen any of that old crew around that you were telling Elena about?” Wade calls from the other room.
“I don’t think I’m popular enough, Wade.” I push out with his to-go box. “How is she after the other night?” I know I’d still be shaking if someone tried to kidnap me.
He gets a faraway look that betrays a hunger I can relate to.
Nothing to do with the steaming food in front of him.
“She’s tough. Takes a licking and—”I hold up my palm to stop him. “I don’t want to know your kinky shit,” I say with a sideways smile. “I’m glad she bounced back, though.”
His deep laugh fills the empty bar as he grabs his bag. “There’s just one more thing, I haven’t been able to cross paths with Sawyer for his statement from Halloween. I swung by the ranch on Saturday, but he was gone. Does he work here, or was it just a special occasion?” His amber eyes squint. “Because I dropped through here that afternoon, there was a big ass bus leaving, yet the sign on the door said ‘closed’.” He pauses.
For dramatic effect, I’m sure.
His elbow drops to the counter and his voice lowers. “Or were y’all just busy?”
I’m not getting baited into that one.
My hand waves idly. “We had a ton to get caught up on. He works here weekends. You’re welcome to come and chat—” I lean closer, mirroring his stance. “—unless I have him tied up.”
Wade’s lips purse and he stares at me for a long moment before his copper mustache twitches. “Better him than me,” he chuckles, then aims for the exit.
He did bring up a good point.
Two, really.
The thought of Sawyer fastened to my bed where I can ride him to my pussy’s content has me all kinds of turned on. I wish it was Friday.
But also the idea I need to find out more about Max’s friends.
Last I knew, he was running with Quincy and the Bailey brothers.
The younger two girls were the only ones who were nice.
Except Ava died a long time ago. What’s it been? Twelve years? Thirteen?
Shit. A lot has changed since then.
Maybe I can do a little snooping to find out where the baby of the family moved on to?
Fuck, I’m getting old.
Just because the last time I saw her she was a pre-teen, doesn’t mean she stopped growing.
Rosalyn has to be what, mid-twenties?
I wonder if she’s on social media?
Chapter 23
Sawyer
All week I’ve checkedmy phone for a reply, hoping she’d change her mind about wanting to see me.
But when Friday rolls around, I think I’m starting to see how things really are.
