She tightens her grip, pulling me closer until her breasts are pressed against my chest. “And personally, you’ll wake me up with coffee in bed as often as possible?”
“I’ll wake you up with sex as often as possible. Then I’ll bring you coffee in bed,” I counter.
“And even though you’re a big, bad biker, you’ll tell me that you love me every day, even when I’m causing trouble. Because, let’s be honest, we both know I’m going to, if for no other reason than I’m bored.”
“I do love you, Mel. Are you saying you’ll move here?”
“I am.”
A realization hits. “We do everything backwards, don’t we? First, we get married. Then we plan our future together.”
“Yeah, so?”
“You know what’s left?”
Her eyes go wide. Then she starts laughing “We need to have a blow-out engagement party.”
“Damn straight. The biggest one Lonesome has ever seen.”
I press Melissa into a cabinet and start to kiss her senseless. She lets go of me, which makes me groan, but then she puts her hands on the countertop and hops up so she can wrap her legs around me, which is much better.
I slide my hand under her shirt and find her bra clasp when my phone starts dinging with the sound of a bunch of incomingtexts. This many can’t be good news. “Fuck,” I growl. “Don’t move, Trouble.”
I pull my phone from my pocket and see:
Deke D: Are you expecting anyone?
Deke Dobermann works at the Lonesome Garage on Main Street. It’s a common place for people to stop and ask for directions. Deke isn’t a Lost Soul, and he hasn’t been to the restaurant since Melissa took over the kitchen, but his cousin JD and JD’s woman have met her. Deke also has the experience of knowing what happened when other outsiders arrived unexpectedly in Lonesome.
Deke D: White guy, 40s, slick city energy. Rental car.
Holy fuck, I can’t believe that Bob just rolled into Lonesome. He must know the reception he’ll receive.
Me: Did he ask for Melissa?
Deke D: yes.
Me: Send him to the clubhouse. Tell him I’ll be there in 15.
I need to make sure Melissa is secure. I don’t know what Bob wants, but there is no way that motherfucker is getting anywhere near her. Especially now that I’ve convinced her to stay.
I finish sending that text when my cell phone pings with another incoming message.
Tolk: There’s a suit at the café asking for Melissa.
Bob can’t have moved that fast.
Me: Describe him.
Tolk: Money.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on. If this is Bob, who is the first guy? I don’t like it.
Me: Tell him I’ll be there in 10.
Tolk: Do you need backup?
Me: Yes.
