He frowned at me. “Why does she have a cast on her arm?”
“I broke my wrist. I thought you weren’t getting home until tomorrow?” she asked, one arm still wrapped around him.
“We decided to leave a bit early,” he told her, then looked over her head at me. “Why didn’t I know she broke her wrist?”
“I’ll tell you all about it,” Camila said, then turned and gave me a meaningful look. She was trying to keep me out of trouble. It wasn’t going to work, but I could deal with that tomorrow.
Giving Kilo a taunting grin, I stood and strode out the door before he could ask any more of the questions I knew he was dying to. It was better that I saw him after he’d cooled down a bit. Not that he was going to stay mad for long since his old lady and kid were fine. Mostly fine.
He probably wouldn’t trust me to watch over her again, but that just meant no more girly movies. It also meant no more home cooked meals. Damn. Camila was a hell of a cook and I had a big appetite.
I trotted out to my motorcycle before Kilo could chase me down, and decided to go for a drive. I wasn’t looking for Rue, or so I told myself. That would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. But her pretty green eyes kept flashing through my mind.
Without thinking, I made the turn that would take me to the hospital. Didn’t hurt to check on her. Not like I was randomly scanning for ambulances. She was clearly involved in something. Tripping wouldn’t account for that bruise on her face. For the black eye. I wasn’t sure how to get such a guarded woman to trust me. I didn’t usually have to work to get women to talk to me.
Flash them a smile, flirt a bit, and they were usually like putty in my hands. Not this one. Something told me she was going to be stubborn. I enjoyed a challenge.
I waited there for about forty minutes, watching people come and go from the ER before I finally took off. “Fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself as I drove toward the clubhouse. I didn’t feel like going home and I knew the majority of my brothers would be there, hanging out together now that they were back from the Colorado run.
Waiting around at the hospital on the off chance I’d see Rue again was stupid, but it was all I had. I didn’t have her number—I’d given her mine but hadn’t taken hers—or know where she lived. What else was a guy supposed to do?
Parking my bike, I walked into our clubhouse and grinned as the guys called out to me. Drifter handed me a beer.
“Seventy-eight,” Flir mumbled, marking down the number in the little notebook he always carried with him.
My brows shot up and I looked over at Relay. “You guys have had seventy-eight beers? They just got back like two hours ago.”
Relay shrugged his shoulders and took the beer that Drifter brought over to him. We all ignored Flir as he scribbled away. “They’ve been gone. We all deserve to cut loose.”
I chuckled and sat down across from Strike and Code. “I know; I’m just disappointed at how slow it’s going so far. You guys must be getting old.”
“Psft. That’s how much I drink just to be able to sleep,” Relay corrected. “Thisis a celebration.”
“Right,” Drifter said, eyeing him. “You know it’s a problem if you have to have alcohol to fall asleep, right?”
Relay snorted. “I don’t have a fucking problem.”
“Youarea problem,” Mercenary told him with a grin. They tapped bottles together.
I wasn’t sure what the gesture was supposed to mean, but Merc wasn’t wrong. Relay was usually our current problem. Well, him or Code, but for very different reasons. “How was the trip back?” I asked Hype.
“Good. Easy,” Hype said. “Ruck back yet?”
“No. Couple more days.”
“Didn’t even get to pound any heads,” Bolo said in a mournful tone. “Everything went smoothly.”
“Probably a good thing,” I said with a laugh. “Last thing we need is to have to bail you assholes out of jail.”
“Wish I coulda gone,” Strike said with a sigh. “Heard the Colorado crew has some fucking hot bunnies hanging around.”
We hadn’t thrown a real party in about four months, so we didn’t have as many women hanging around the clubhouse these days. Just Camila, though she always came with food so that was fine by me. We were too busy working on our apartments and helping out allies to party right now. Plus, I was starting to thinkmost of the guys were tired of it. Wasn’t sure how it was possible, but I was there with them.
Bolo groaned. “Smoking hot, but fucking trouble.” He shook his head. “Wasn’t fucking worth it.”
Code’s brows shot up. “Since when do you turn down free pussy?”
“Since it comes attached to crazy,” Bolo replied. “Getting too fucking old for that shit.”
