“Does he have your bank password? Maybe he’s been getting in and looking at your transactions.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Maybe he knows someone at the bank. Got ‘em to tell him where you’ve been using your card. He could be paying someone off or using blackmail.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s what the MC would do. We’ve got all kinds of connections if we need them.”
“Oh, God. I’m such an idiot. I thought I was being so careful.”
“Okay, look. I don’t want you worrying about this. I’m gonna take care of him. Hell, the club’s involved now.”
“Why is the club involved?”
“Because he walked into Sonny’s and started this shit with our headliner. You don’t think Cole makes sure that doesn’t happen? He’ll be dealt with, I promise you. Until then, you’re moving in here for a few days. It’s the safest place for you and Tucker right now. I’d say you could stay with me, but that’s just another unsecured place. Here is best for now.”
He starts to remove his cut.
“What are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, I’m not makin’ a move on you. Just lying down with you. I’m making sure you’re safe. You got something to sleep in inside that bag?”
“I don’t know. Mrs. Harding packed it for me.” I stand and dig through the bag, finding a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.
“There’s a bathroom in there.” Cody lifts his chin to it.
When I come back out, he’s in a pair of low-hanging sweats and bare-chested. Damn, he looks fine. We slide into the bed with Tucker between us.
Cody goes up on an elbow, his head resting in his palm, and studies us both.
“I can’t believe how soundly this kid sleeps,” he whispers.
“Right now, I’m grateful for it.”
“You look beautiful. I think I like you better without all the glitzy makeup.”
“Thanks. I think.” I grin, then frown, looking toward the door.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“My car is parked out front.”
“Babe, you think this guy is gonna find us?”
“He could find out who owns Sonny’s. I think any waitress could have told him. Then all he has to do is find this place.”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“I said the same thing about him following me to San Jose.”
“You want me to move your car?” He starts to get up. “I’ll roll it in the loading dock.”
“I’m being silly, aren’t I?”
He stands and leans in to kiss me. “I don’t want you worried, so I’ll move the car.”
“Keys are on top of my bag.”
