“See!” He gives me a playful glare. “It was aperfectplan!”
“You know you’ll have to find another hiding space. Elena will tell Axle.”
He lets out a long groan. He turns the ignition at the same time that I see Elena approaching the vehicle. When she gets closer, the truck jolts forward and stops. I’m grinning, knowing what Twitch is doing. Elena stamps over, but the truck accelerates, making me giggle.
“Twitch!” Elena yells.
The doors lock as she walks over to us again.
“Twitch! Open the door,” she warns, with a hint of amusement in her voice.
I lean forward in my seat to get a better view of their bickering.
His window slides down. “Yes, Elena, how can I help you?” Smug and oh so cheeky!
“Let me in the truck.”
“Hmm... it depends.”
“On what?” she asks with suspicion in her voice.
“If you’re going to tell Axle or anyone else where my chocolate is.”
There’s silence.
“Okay, fine... I won’t.”
“You won’t what?”
“I won’t tell Axle or anyone else where your stash is.”
The doors unlock.
“Well, hurry up, then. I don’t have all day.”
* * *
The shopping was uneventful.Twitch was in surveillance mode, scanning every store we went to.
As we drive back into the driveway, my eyes skim the clubhouse. The men’s motorcycles aren’t there, so they still aren’t home yet.
“How long do the men usually stay at the other MC for?”
“Not too long. Why?” Elena asks, then smirks. “Are you worried?”
“No...” I answer and see Twitch watching me in the rearview mirror. “Maybe...” I answer truthfully. “The way Reaper’s mood changed when that MC was here was unsettling.”
The truck comes to a stop out the front. We get out and move to the back to get the bags.
“I can’t believe you’re going to be living here... with me!” Elena squeals and jumps up and down.
“Let’s take it one day at a time.”
A part of me is scared—disturbed, even—that I would think of being with someone else so fast. But by being with Reaper, I’m feeling like the old me again. Or better yet... the new me.
“Well, if Reaper didn’t bag you, someone else would have. We weren’t letting you go anywhere.”
My mouth falls open at the compliment—or the insinuation of a suggested kidnapping. “I know you’re joking, but when talking to a woman, maybe... think about your choice of words.”
