“Every single time, you start out with something about a guy.”
“This one is hot guy goals though.”
“Never heard that before.”
“But we can totally have a quiet night if that is what you want.”
Quiet nights are all I seem to have lately. It might be fun to watch Dana flirt around a new guy. “No, I wouldn’t deprive you of your chance with the hot guy.”
“If my wing woman needs more time, I’m good with that.”
“What time and where?”
“I’ll pick you up at eight.”
It’s a good job, it’s Friday and I don’t have to work tomorrow. Something tells me this is going to be a night to remember.
Chapter Four
Nero
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“I wasn’t expecting my car to break down. You really didn’t need to be that rude.”
“She saw Oscar.” I wave my hands in the air.
“And has no idea who you or Oscar are. If anything, you made it weird by telling her to forget what she saw. You realize that will make her wonder more than if you’d thanked her for helping me.”
He’s right. Of course he is. But I will never admit that. When I saw her following Jesse up to the house, my first thought was panic. Why the hell was a nurse coming back with him? What happened at the appointment to make him need a nurse escorting him here?
He was late getting back, and his phone was busy every time I called. Rebel had been texting about when I was going to get to the clubhouse too. He knew I was busy this morning with Oscar but he couldn’t explain that to the others, being one of the few people who know he exists.
The nurse thing made my heart hammer in my chest. Then I noticedthe grocery bags. And the fact Jesse arrived in her car and not his. And who the hell walks into a stranger’s house like that?
And also, fuck, she is beautiful. Like, stop you in your tracks gorgeous, with hair the color of corn in a meadow, stunning gray eyes and the kind of body you want to feel yourself pressed up against, preferably naked, with your cock buried inside her.
Shit, now I’m about to sport a fucking erection when I’m mad as hell.
“What happened at the appointment?” I ask, changing the subject. I’ve got to get to the clubhouse, but I need to know he’s okay. We can argue about bringing strangers here later.
He is right, she has no clue who I am, or any reason to spread the word that there is a kid here, at least to anyone who matters.
“Everything is fine. All my levels are good, nothing untoward going on.”
“What about…” How do I ask this question?
“You’ll be pleased to hear Taylor says its unlikely anything medical is causing it. She even queried if I’m attracted to my partner.”
“You fucking with me? She asked you that?” I wave my arm at the front door.
“It was a logical question,” he looks away, his cheeks flushing
Damn, this is hard for him to talk about. And I’m being a self-righteous prick, worrying about me instead of him. Jesse is always there for me, I have to step up now, even if I am in a hurry and the club comes first. Being supportive is what I should be doing.
“I thought you’d be happy, you hate James.”
“I never said that.”
