I groan, pulling the blanket tighter. “Amy, put the bat down and quit threatening the man I…”
Nope. Can’t finish that sentence out loud right now.
Frost careens his neck so he can see me. His mouth curves into a faint smirk. “The man you…?”
I kick him. “Don’t.”
Amy gasps dramatically. “Oh my God, you totally fucked him. Hope Webster, how dare you! You couldn’t even bother to call me and give me the details. I mean look at him.” She waves the bat in his direction. “He’s built like a Roman statue.”
“Amy, for the love of everything holy, put the bat down.”
She lowers it an inch. “Are you sure he’s not a serial killer?”
“No,” Frost says.
I hit him in his shoulder. “Do not give her a reason to attack you.”
He holds up both hands. “I’m just saying, this is not my murderer vibe.”
Amy narrows her eyes, studying him. “You look like you went a few rounds with Mike Tyson.”
I bounce on my toes. “That’s what I said.”
Her eyes flick to mine. “Did he at least win?”
“He says he did,” I answer.
“Well, at least he can handle himself,” she responds.
“Thank you,” Frost says, but it sounds more like a question than a statement.
“That wasn’t a compliment,” Amy snaps.
“I’m still taking it as one,” he jokes.
I groan into my hands. “Can everyone please stop and let me get dressed? I don’t think we need to have this conversation naked.”
Amy finally lowers the bat all the way, leaning it against the wall. She puts her hands on her hips, looking between us with the expression of someone who wants answers, popcorn, and maybe a time machine.
“Okay,” she says. “So, you’re alive, and I’m traumatized… Great.” Her eyes roam over his body. “Do you have a brother?”
Frost smirks. “Quite a few, actually.”
“Single?”
“As far as I know.”
I hold up my hand. “Wait, I didn’t know you had brothers… Sister, yes, brothers, no.”
Frost tugs me into his arms. “I’m in a motorcycle club, darlin’. I have lots of brothers.”
Ah, that makes sense.
Amy crosses her arms. “And pray tell, where are these‘brothers’?”
Frost clears his throat. “Why don’t we order out for breakfast?” he asks me, and then turns to face Amy. “Do you want to join us?”
Amy blinks at him and then laughs. “Oh my god,” she says. “He’s polite. You got yourself a polite biker.”
