She swats away my hands. “Knock it off,dumbass. I’m fine. A few pins and needles, that’s all.”
I shake my head.
“Don’t you dare laugh at me,” she points two fingers at my eyes. “I’m watching you.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I’ll get a room.”
“Rooms. Plural.”
“Nope. One room. Someone is out to kill us,” I point out. “And we need to stay together.”
She crosses her arms across her chest, which only forces her breasts together, making the tent situation in my pants harder.
I turn back to the bike and count to fifty, adjusting my crotch. Then, I head straight for the office without looking back.
???
As good as her word, Tatiana had reserved a room for Cat and me under the nameMidnight Louise.
I didn’t ask.
The room had two beds, much to my relief. I wasn’t sure we’d be sleeping much here, but I didn’t want the distraction of having her closer than she needed to be.
The room was a lot cleaner than I thought it’d be too.
“Huh,” Cat stops inside the door.
I tilt my head at her.
“I thought for sure the sheet situation would be like a doctor’s office,” she sweeps her arm to the side. “You know, like a pull down, rip off, paper towel kind of thing.”
That makes me laugh.
She winks at me. “Well, well, well. Ryker the Biker has a sense of humor. And here I thought his sexual harassment gene replaced that.”
I sigh and toss our duffel bags onto the beds. I reach into mine and pull out two burner phones and a file folder. “Here. A phone for you. It has my number programmed into it. And I have yours.”
“Flip phones?” Cat opens and closes the phone. “Are you a time traveler? Like a Terminator? Do I need to go with you if I want to live?”
She snorts, and I think about how close to the mark her statement is.
“Let’s go over the case from the beginning and see if something stands out,” I suggest.
The room has a tiny kitchenette with a table for two hanging onto the wall by three dubious brackets and a prayer.
I open the case file Tatiana made for me and spread out the paperwork next to the letters and emails we picked up at the prison.
Cat pulls a chair over to the end of the closest bed, sits down, and props her feet on the orange and brown bedspread. She tilts back, closing her eyes.
“Not a good nap time,Kitten.”
“This is how I work,Akecheta.”
Unease slithers down my spine. “What did you call me?”
She pops open one eye. “Akecheta. It means warrior. Figured you earned it after thatMatrix-level knife shit back there.”
“I know what Akecheta means. How doyouknow what it means?”
