“You don’t have to do that. Alexei’s going away tomorrow. You should be with him.”
Saint’s gaze sharpened, then a ghost of a smile warmed his face. “Maybe he’ll come with me.”
“If that’s your idea of date night, mate. Have at it. Regardless, get the fuck out of here and go home.”
Saint nodded and started his bike with a low rumble. “I hope my house is as fun as yours.”
He roared away before I could answer, zipping past Folk as he exited the clubhouse and ambled to his own bike.
Nash wasn’t far behind him, and his presence kept me rooted in place when all I wanted was to go to Folk and kiss the fucking shit out of him.
Because he was a nice bloke, Nash pretended not to notice. He mounted his V-Rod and followed Saint out of the gate.
Folk lingered, poking at his phone. A second later, he tipped me a wink and mine vibrated in my pocket as he rode away.
I made myself wait until I got back to the timber store. Then I fished it out and a startled laugh burst free.
Folk:Please don’t get any hotter while I’m gone.
He’d punctuated it with a fiery emoji, and my thumbs hovered over the screen to reply, but what the fuck did I say to that?Back atcha, brodidn’t seem to cut it. Nor did reminding him of the fact that I could light myself on literal fire and still not hold a candle to him.
“Morning.”
I jumped a mile.
Orla grinned back at me, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, lips painted a vintage rose-red. “How’s it going there, handsome? Break any hearts with that smile today?”
“What smile?”
Orla poked my ribs.
I laughed, batting her away.
“There it is.” She danced out of my reach, fanning herself. “Remind me to spend more time with you in the winter. You can warm me up with that sexy grin.”
I rolled my eyes, tucking my phone away. “You spent every day with me last winter, and you were still fucking cold.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t smiling like you are now. That shit is off the scale, don’t you think, Locke?”
Locke ducked under the loading bay door. “What?”
“Decoy.” Orla pointed at me. “He’s hot as fuck.”
Locke eyed me up, his easy gaze taking me in from head to toe before he sent Orla a heated stare. “Thought you were into blonds,” he deadpanned. “But if it helps, I already told Folk he’s punching.”
“You’re out of your fucking minds.” I climbed into the HGV to get away from them.
Locke’s deep laugh followed me.
For fuck’s sake.I took the narrow route between the stacked pallets and stooped to check the packing labels River had applied the night before. It was usually Embry’s job, but without him and Mateo, everyone was pitching in with varying results.
I moved a few around, squinting at River’s messy handwriting, but it didn’t matter what combination I tried, some of this shit wasn’t meant to be here.
Sighing, I peeled them all off and jumped off the truck. Orla and Locke had gone and I expected to be alone, but it was Rubi’s turn to sneak up on me.
“Breakfast.” He thrust a paper plate at me. “Who else is here? I’ve lost track.”
“Locke. Orla. River. But Folk and Nash rode out, and Saint left a while ago.”
