“Fine.” I sighed. “My mom worked for the CIA, and her dad used to be the head of the entire agency. Dad, well, he was a SEAL before he started working at Cole Security Forces.” There was not a word from Blondie after I finished speaking, and I turned, wondering if he was still alive. “What?” I asked when I saw the pinched expression on his face.
“CIA and SEAL? Seriously?”
I nodded and shrugged. “Uh, yeah. Seriously.”
“Jesus. Wow.”
“Not Jesus. Just soldiers.”
Blondie laughed, slapping his legs. “Your mom was G.I. Jane and your dad was G.I. Joe, and you’re saying they were just soldiers.”
“G.I. Jane wasn’t in the CIA.”
“There it is.” Blondie pointed out the window, and my eyes followed. There was row after row of motorcycles outside the dive bar.
“You want to go there?”
“You a pussy now?” he teased.
I lifted my chin. “Never been a pussy a day in my life.”
“Of course not, G.I. Junior.”
I pulled into an empty parking spot and glared at him as I put the Jeep in park. “I am not G.I. Junior.”
An easy, playful smile spread across his face. “You so are.”
“Whatever.”
Blondie climbed down from the Jeep, stretching like we’d driven for longer than five minutes. “I’m ready to get a little wild. How about you?”
“I was born wild,” I told him, throwing him a wink.
“I have no doubt.” He stalked toward the front doors, cracking his neck. “Once we’re inside, we’re going separate ways.”
I gawked at him and stopped walking. “You’re ditching me?”
“Well, yeah. How am I supposed to get laid with a girl next to me? I came here to get laid, not hang out.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Blondie ticked his head toward the run-down building. “I don’t know… Maybe find someone and get yourself laid too.”
I wrinkled my nose and threw my arm out toward the place. “At a biker bar?”
“There’s no better place to find a piece of ass.”
My lip curled as I strode past him and headed to the door. “We’re not friends anymore.”
He ran up next to me, slowing when our shoulders were side by side. “But you won’t because you love me.”
I looked him up and down, snarling. “You can go fuck yourself. I’m hungry. I’m grabbing a burger and a soda and heading back. Find your own way back.”
“I wasn’t planning on going back with you. I’m going to get my dick sucked at the very least, maybe twice if it’s a good night.”
“You’re disgusting.”
He shrugged, grabbing the door handle before I could as if he was a gentleman. “I’m a man.”
