Her eyes widen. “You got a rabbit? When?”
I shrug. “A while back. He’s a rescue, and really sweet. Thinks he’s a dog. Loves the girls and belly rubs.”
She eyes me as if trying to work out if I’m pulling her leg. Shaking her head, she sets her mug down on the counter. “This I have to see.”
“Don’t poke fun until you’ve actually met him, he’s a character.”
“Who says I’m poking fun? I’m just wondering how you managed to keep something else alive other than yourself.”
“Funny.” I swat her ass as she turns to leave, then adjust my cock as I watch her walk away.
This is fucking fucked.
What was I even thinking about taking things slow?
Now I have to suffer through my own exile for absolutely no reason. It’s bullshit, but it’s my own doing. I also have a busy day of my own investigative work to do if we’re going to try and move forward with this bullshit mystery man who’s sending my girl death threats she doesn’t know about. While Sinclair is tracking down anyone in the force who may have a grudge, I need to look into any ex’s she may have had, aside from this two-date Connor dick I still have to deal with. I’ll be damned if he’s going to get away with showing up at her workplace after she’s shut him down. That’s the trouble with some assholes today — they just don’t get the hint.
But he’s going to be very aware of it when I spell it out for him.
Assholes like Connor just go around thinking they can schmooze women because of their prestigious job, their designersuits and flashy white teeth, but deep down he’s probably one of those guys who would run away and leave his date if it came down to protecting her. He’d save his own hide each and every time.
I’m her husband, for better or worse.
I head back to the couch to recover my clothes. I have my gym stuff in the saddlebag of my motorcycle, not that I wanted to be a foregone conclusion bringing a change of clothes with me up to her apartment. More like two birds, one stone.
Willow gets called in earlier than expected, so I tell her I’ll see her at work — which feels kinda weird to my own ears, truth be told. She can always come over to meet Crunch later. I know he’ll adore Willow.
First up, I have to check in with Sawyer, as well as Rock and Jett, to see if anything is out of the ordinary on the cameras. It’s a tedious job, but since the Nomad Brothers add significantly to the club coffers, this is pay dirt for them as well.
My phone rings and I glance at the screen. I don’t expect to get a call from Max. And I definitely don’t expect him to know exactly what his father and I are up to. I guess I didn’t give his punk ass enough credit for paying attention.
“Cut City Boys,” he says down the line. “We need to talk about that.”
“I’m listenin’.”
“Not over the phone. Muso’s,” he says, referring to Hustler’s cafe. “I figure it’s safe territory.”
“This better be worth my while. I’ve got shit to do.”
“It will be if we’re gonna figure out what the fuck to do next.”
We.
I frown a whole lot more. Frankly, I don’t want Max being involved, but here we are.
I’m stuck with the little shit, and now I wanna know what he knows.
“I’ll be there in half an hour. Don’t be fuckin’ late.”
“You got it.”
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Haze
I stare across at my brother-in-law, not exactly sure where this is going.
