Several officers depart quickly, muttering ‘sorry, Captain’ as they pass by a very annoyed looking Willow.
“Um, nothing, Captain,” the young officer named Ashley says. “Haze here was just showing us how the camera system feeds back to the mainframe and how you can go back and find footage and break it down, it’s pretty cool.”
Willow does not seem impressed by that, oh, no.
“Well, I’m sure you’ve got actual police work to do,” she says as Ashley’s cheeks flush and she apologizes. “Scram.”
She takes off, along with the last two, as Brew suddenly appears in the doorway.
He piques a brow at me. “Workin’ hard?” Then to Willow, “Captain.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re also here to distract my staff?”
“Oh, I doubt they were bein’ distracted,” Brew replies. “More like they’ve got nothin’ better to do now that the MC cleaned up this department.”
“The MCcleaned up this department?” she practically spits, eyes narrowing in that way I love.
I shrug. “Just keepin’ it real. Let’s face it, the department needed a shake-up.”
“Just keep diggin’ your own grave,” Brew mutters. “I’m goin’ to find a vendin’ machine.”
“You know you’re not supposed to be wandering the halls willy-nilly,” Willow calls after him. Of course, Brew doesn’t respond. Then her eyes are on me again. “Anyone would think you had free beer and your pants down in here.”
I grin. “No chance of that when my heart belongs to you.”
She’s so cute when she’s somewhere between angry and turned on. Jealousy was always a little heave-ho in our relationship, but she’s got no reason to be jealous. I didn’t ask all of those women to come poking around — they did it on their own.
“Right, because a gaggle of my officers need to hang around wherever you are because of all the interesting stuff they’re learning about thecamera system feeding back to the mainframe.”She says it in a high-pitched, whiny voice, a lot like its owner, Ashley, just did.
I grin wider, sitting back in my chair. “Jealous?”
“No.”
“You look it. You look like you’re about to breathe fire out of your nostrils.”
“Well, I’m not. I just don’t like my staff lurking around where there’s a badass biker in the room when there’s work to be done.
“Are you gonna spank me for misbehavin’?”
“No, because we’re supposedly not doing kinky stuff until we ‘get to know one another’.”
Why do I note a large slice of sarcasm in that sentence? Oh, she really is a fucking treat.
“Prolongin’ it will only add to the build-up, you know, just like when we used to fight, not talk for three days, then bang like the world was about to end.”
She gives me a menacing look, but it only makes me laugh harder. “You and your one-track mind.”
“It’s only been one-track for you since we were eighteen.”
Something crosses her face, confusion? I don’t know, but I know my girl is always struggling to find her words. I wish she wouldn’t. It’s me.
“Hey?” I prompt, as she looks up from the floor. “What’s up?”
“Maybe I don’t need to get to know you,” she says, her words slow and careful.
I panic for a second, my heart flips because maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe this is just her way of getting back at me. Not that I think she’s vindictive, but who the fuck knows what damage I did. If only she’d let me in. “What do you mean?”
“They’re out of Reece’s miniature cups,” Brew moans, interrupting us.
