And scary.
But, oh, so pretty.
“Hi,” I said. “I just want to go over what Leo’s going to be doing for you and find out when I should pick him up.”
“He’s gonna do whatever I need him to do, and we close at eleven.”
“Well, he can’t be here until eleven. Curfew’s at nine.”
Hyde leaned against the counter with a frown. “Right. Then pick him up whenever.”
“He cannot leave the shop,” I said.
Hyde nodded. “He’s not gonna leave the shop, except maybe to take trash out to the dumpster in the back.”
“Right.” I glanced at Leon who nodded to the door. “Okay. I’ll pick you up at eight-thirty. Call me if you need me.”
“I won’t need you,” he said, and I forced a smile.
“Eight-thirty.”
“Yeah, Indy. Got it.”
I walked out the door, climbed into my car, and drove away, shaking until I reached the freeway.
What the hell had I just done?
I’d let a very impressionable kid walk into a den of vipers is what I’d done. This was all going to end in disaster. By the time I picked Leon up tonight he’d probably be initiated into the Primal Howlers. Heck, for all I knew, they’d already given him a nickname and started working on his neck tattoo. Leon would go on to lead a highly publicized life of crime and it would all be my fault. I would lose my job and Walker House would lose all its funding. All because I chose to put Leon in the hands of a biker.
A scary, but very sexy, biker.
Pulling up to my apartment, I dropped my head to the steering wheel and took several deep breaths before heading inside and flopping onto my couch. I had four hours to kill and as much as I wanted a bottle, wine was not in the cards this evening.
Jekyll
“Come on, I’ll show you around,” I said to Leo, and he nodded.
