“We’re going to need new frames.” Aimee holds up a shattered picture frame, frowning.
“At least it didn’t damage much of the picture. Maybe it can be cropped.”
“Yeah.” She sets it aside, salvaging what photos she can.
The guys have been in church all morning, and the blinds are drawn so we can’t see them.
“I’m guessing this doesn’t happen often,” I say, staring at the closed door.
“Never.” Aimee stops beside me. “They take security of the compound seriously. I’m surprised anyone got in without a hundred alarms triggering. Luna said Ghost has been a mess about it.”
“Why him?”
“He handles all the security for the compound. But apparently, those guys who breached it had some wildly advanced equipment. Anything that can get around Ghost’s system must be pretty intense. It wasn’t until after they were gone that Ghost’s computer finally went off.”
“That doesn’t sound like his fault.”
Her nose scrunches. “Try telling any of these guys it isn’t their fault when something goes wrong. They don’t take failure well. Especially when it risks the life of people they care about.”
“I guess so.” I can’t imagine how hard Dean would be on himself if he thought he was to blame for this.
If his brothers are anything like him, I’m sure they take protecting the club’s members seriously.
Luna walks out of the kitchen with sandwiches, and for a beat, her gaze snags on the closed door to church. There’s been a heaviness around her this morning when she’s usually so cheerful, and now I understand why. Her lavender hair is tied in a messy knot, flopping around as she circles the room, passing out sandwiches. But every so often, she glances at the door to church, likely worried about Ghost.
“I feel like I’ve barely seen the guys these past couple of days.”
“Same.” Aimee sighs, brushing off a picture frame. One of the few that isn’t broken.
“Does Havoc tell you what they’re doing?”
She leans in, smiling. “More than he’s supposed to. But don’t say anything.”
“I won’t.”
“I don’t know much about what’s going on right now though. We haven’t been around each other long enough to have a conversation. When he finally came to bed this morning, we got a little… distracted. There wasn’t much talking.” She smiles, a blush climbing her cheeks.
I laugh. “I know what you mean.”
“Oh really?” Her eyes narrow, and I realize my mistake.
I’ve been careful these past couple of days, not mentioning that Dean and I had sex since it didn’t seem like the appropriate time to do so. But in one comment, I’ve given myself away.
“Now that I think about it, you look very relaxed today. Any particular reason for that, Willa?” Aimee wiggles her eyebrows, scanning me over.
“Is there any chance you can just forget what I said a few moments ago, and we can pretend it never happened?”
“No way.” She turns to face me. “Spill. You and Chaos… Was it worth it? Was it good? Tell me everything.”
Usually, I’d avoid those questions, but there’s something about Aimee that makes me feel like I can trusther. I don’t get the impression she’ll walk around telling everyone what happened.
“Have you ever had sex so good it makes you think you’ve never really had sex before that moment?”
“Mm-hmm.” Aimee smiles, her gaze drifting to the door that leads to church, as if she’s thinking about Havoc. “Chaos is that good, huh?”
“Fuck yes. So good. He knows what he’s doing. And he doesn’t mind doing it over and over again.”
She laughs, and it draws out my smile.
