I clear my throat. “Thank you again, by the way.”
“For what?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“The school supplies.” I give him a pointed look.
It had to be him. We don’t know anyone else here.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies.
Okay, if that’s how he wants to play it, fine.
“You’ve been standing out here for a few minutes. You nervous to go in by yourself?” He looks back at the building.
“Maybe a little,” I admit.
“Don’t be. We don’t bite.” He pauses. “Well, Gunner and Sloane might, but only each other.”
For some reason, the image of the two of them biting each other makes me laugh.
“What are you two doing out here?” a voice calls out.
Mac turns as Smoke comes into view.
“Just talking,” Mac tells him.
Smoke studies him for a minute before he turns to look at me. The way he looks at me makes me want to run and hide. Not because I think he would hurt me, but because it feels like he sees right through me. Like he knows my deepest, darkest secrets, and if he doesn’t yet, he will soon.
He is the president of an MC, so I guess that makes sense.
Yeah, I took the week off to research a little about them too. They started in Boston, but have clubs all over the country now. They are praised for their charitable work in the areas they live in, but there are also articles about the darker side.
So I am no fool to think these men are harmless. I only trust that they won’t hurt me as long as I don’t become a threat. Something I never plan to be.
“You ready to get started?” Smoke asks.
I take a deep breath. “I think so.”
“Good. Let’s head inside so I can show you the ropes. It’s hot as balls out here already,” Smoke mutters as he turns and starts walking back toward the garage.
I begin to follow him, and Mac falls into step next to me.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Mac says quietly when we reach the garage.
Before I can say anything, he breaks away and heads toward a car that looks like it’s seen better days.
“Jane, you with me?” Smoke calls out, bringing my attention back to him.
“Sorry,” I say as I rush toward him.
We step into the office and head over to the desk.
“Take a seat,” Smoke says, pointing to the chair next to his.
For a second, I contemplate asking him if I can move. The idea of being so close to a man is terrifying.
He’s happily taken, and he won’t hurt you.I remind myself.
I remember Mac saying he was married, so he is safe. Right?
