“You guys have…” She moves her hips from front to back and wiggles her eyebrows.
I wave my hands at her. “Teag, cut it out.” My cheeks burn and I rub my nose frantically.
“Bingo,” she exclaims.
The girls both turn around. “Bingo?”
“Oh, something on TV,” Teagan says smoothly, and she waves a bit at the screen that isn’t even on. Thank God the girls only shrug and continue with what they’re doing. With twinkling eyes, Teagan looks at me. “Was it good?”
“Seriously? Get real. I will not tell you if it was good.” Meanwhile, my entire face appears to be on fire and I rub my thighs together.
“It wassogood,” Teagan chuckles.
“Shut up,” I just hum, because there’s no point in denying it.
Suddenly my best friend becomes serious. “Layne, please think carefully about what you’re doing.”
Rolling my eyes, I turn to her. “Do you really think I don’t? I have a daughter to think about,” I snarl.
“Yeah, but Kyler and you—”
“Last time, I was also perfectly capable of thinking and making a different choice. Remember? And then I ended up in this shit. So please don’t tell me to think. I know perfectly well what I’m doing, Teagan.” I cross my arms.
After a nod from Teagan, we lapse into small talk.
When I finally close the door behind them, I send a message to Kyler.
Me: Are you eating with us?
It doesn’t take long for him to respond.
Ky: Nah, don’t count on me. Home late. X
I turn to Rebel. “How about pizza and a movie?”
A broad smile appears on her delicate face, so I send Paxton a message.
Me: Can I order pizza? Or will you shoot the delivery guy in the head?
With the remote in my hand, I sit down on the couch and pat next to me.
Paxton: Ha ha. Just send me your order and I’ll let the prospect handle it. He knocks on the door 3x, understood? Only open at 3x.
That last sentence gives me a shiver.
Me: Thank you, Pax. I will.
Paxton: Glad you can listen, after all.
Me: *hand kiss* 1 pizza Hawaii and 1 pizza quattro stagioni.
Paxton: Will take care of it.
I start up Netflix and let Rebel pick a movie while I wait for the three knocks.
Twenty
Withasigh,Irun a hand through my hair and point to the map lying on the dining table in Brooks’ kitchen. He lives in the heart of Folsom, but sometimes it’s nice to be some place else than my apartment or the club bar. “We should look at the harbor, like The Kid suggested.” I turn and start pacing again. “If it’s true about the Knights being connected to Vanderberg, there’s more to it. What’s a real estate magnate doing with an MC?”
