“And you’re going to let them?”
“Let them what?” Rune asked, brows drawing together over his dark eyes.
“Go out to the bar drunk.” What if their defenses were low? What if men decided to take advantage of that fact?
To that, Rune’s lips curved up, making two dimples wedge deep into his cheeks. “Have youmetmy cousins? We can’t stop them from doing shit.”
“Yeah, but what if some shitheads get ideas?”
“Clearly, you were not forced to be their human punching bags when they were doing martial arts training,” he said. “Trust me, they can take care of themselves. Especially in a group.”
“But there was just a drive-by. Aren’t they at risk?”
Rune’s head cocked to the side, curiosity piqued. “Fallon said we weren’t doing a lockdown.”
“But he said to be aware.”
“Think he accepts this isn’t about us. Or least of all, the girls. Unless you got a reason to think otherwise.”
“No. Just… want them to be safe.”
“Knowing Layna, she will rope Spike and Cain into escorting them.”
A rumble started deep in my throat that sounded a lot like a growl, but I managed to catch it early enough and play it off by clearing my throat.
The fuck was that?
Jealousy?
That Spike and Cain would go have fun with the girls? With Gracie? So what? She was as off-limits to them as she was to me. Nothing was going to happen.
Nothing except them getting to share in her smiles, her laugh, her joy.
While I sat home and tried to tamp down my borderline absurd level of interest in the one woman I couldn’t touch.
“Where are they?”
“Who?”
“Spike and Cain.”
I suddenly wanted to make them scrub all the club bathrooms. With a toothbrush.
“At Redemption. Or Chaz’s. With my brother. They’re trying to pick up some girls to bring back here to party.”
My grunt was the only response to that. Which, unfortunately, only managed to get more interest from Rune.
I didn’t know much about the guy. Hell, I got the impression that even their cousins didn’t know a lot about these grown twins. Apparently, when they were of age, they went to Puerto Rico to visit family. Then stayed for years. Doing fuck-knows what.
I got the feeling, though, that Rune was the kind of man who, in his previous life before joining this club, was in some sort of position of power. He was always watching, always seeming to see shit no one else noticed.
“Since when aren’t you chomping at the bit to party?”
“Who said I wasn’t?”
“Your face.”
“I’m down to party,” I said with a shrug.
