Nash slid a rough hand over my cheek. “I know. Wait here for me?”
“I want to go home.”
His gaze flickered. “Please?”
“Okay.” I bit him, then retreated with a sigh. “But if you’re not back for dinner, I’m cutting your dick off.”
“Aw, and I just learned how to use it right.”
That wicked flush returned to my core. I watched Nash kiss Locke goodbye with zero care for the world around us, and again, the sense that something had shifted between them gripped my heart.
They’re in love.
Maybe that’s why Nash leaving gutted me so hard.
I didn’t watch as he walked out. I returned to my desk and answered the phone, responding on autopilot to some douche who’d bought the wrong type of screed. The rumble of bikes shook the earth, but I didn’t look up. I kept my gaze on the desk until Locke caught up with me again.
He rubbed a warm hand up and down my spine. “You can still take the day off. Decoy told me last night that he wasn’t expecting you to work. He was looking forward to laughing at Rubi all day.”
“You can remember the conversations you had last night?”
“I remember everything.”
“I bet you do.”
“So...”
“So, what?”
I was still holding the phone. Locke took it off me and dropped it in its cradle. “We could work on your bike. Nash said it needed new tyres.”
“I’m not allowed to ride it.”
“It won’t be that way forever. Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Locke was an agreeable man. It was rare that he set his mind on anything and refused to budge, but as he showered me with affection the moody bitch within me didn’t deserve, I could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I fished out my phone and gave Rubi the good news.
He sent a crying emoji in response. Then an ETA of five minutes.
I didn’t wait for him. I let Locke lead me out of the sales building and into the garage where my red Sportster was parked.
The wheels were already off, Nash’s doing, no doubt, to prevent a mutiny.
Could’ve been Cam.
Could’ve been River, but having a selection of knuckleheads to choose from didn’t cheer me up.
Nothing did until Locke stretched a long arm over his shoulder and tugged his shirt off.
I blinked, brain wiped clean. A total reset. “Like that, is it?”
Locke winked, tossing me a shirt so saturated in him and Nash that I couldn’t put it down. “It’s however you want it to be.”
I trailed him to my bike. “We talked about that.”
Locke grinned. “It panned out, eh?”
