“And she’s agreed?”
“Not yet but we’ll get there.”
Bulldog lifted one brow as if he wasn’t so sure.
“You really want to take on a woman who is going to talk back, fight, and sass you every chance she gets?”
Bishop’s lips curved into a grin as he thought about it.The way Winter wasn’t afraid of him.Hell, half his brothers were afraid of him.Since he was the Sgt.at Arms, that wasn’t a bad thing, but he’d never hurt Winter, and he was glad she knew it.
“I’ll get it made, but make sure she’s ready for it before you give it to her.”Bulldog shook his head.“I can’t imagine how she’d react if she thought you were trying to make decisions for her.”
Bishop could, and while it might be fun, it was too soon to piss her off that bad.
“Anything else?”Bulldog asked.
“Nope.”Bishop slapped both hands down onto his thighs, put both feet on the floor, and pushed himself to his feet.“I’ll go find Winter and take her to see Hammer.Hopefully she’ll have the answers to help him find what he’s after.”He went to the door but paused with his hand on the knob.“Need anything else from me?”
“Not at the moment.I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”
Bishop nodded, opened the door, and went in search of Winter.
Chapter Thirteen
Winter stood besidethe bed where three boxes sat side by side, trying to decide what she needed for now and what could be put in storage until she left.It was late in the year and the temperatures had dropped to what she considered “nice.”There were many days that were still warmer than the summers where she’d grown up.That didn’t help a ton when paring down her closet, but it did mean she didn’t need to keep more than one, maybe two of her hoodies.
Putting those into storage would save her a lot of space.She stared at the mess on the bed and tried to decide the best way to tackle the job.The guys had packed everything.But they’d shoved it in whatever boxes and closed it up.They were more concerned with speed and getting the job done than with organization or storage in mind.Now, she’d have to go through at least some of it, sort out, and re-pack.
Not that she blamed the guys, and if she’d been there, knowing Kevin knew where she lived and where she was, she couldn’t say she would have done it differently.After thinking about it for a minute, she picked one box and dumped it on the bed.This way she would have somewhere to put the things she decided she didn’t need right now.
By the time she finished with all three boxes, she’d pulled out her cut and put it on.She’d also found enough clothing to last her a few days and had two boxes of neatly folded clothes to send back to wherever they were storing the rest of her things.She made sure they had her name on them, then set them in the hall outside the door.She wasn’t sure how it would work here, but she’d mention them to Bishop and see how he wanted to deal with it.He would likely tell a prospect to deal with it.She could do that, but she was hyperaware this wasn’t the Angels and she didn’t want to wear out her welcome by issuing orders and building resentment.It would be more prudent to let Bishop handle it.
That chore done, she grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs.She needed to get some work done, and she wanted a drink while she worked.In the common room, she found there were only a few men around, but Billy was there and there was an empty recliner.That was all she needed.
“Can I get one of those beers you gave me earlier?”She stopped by the bar on her way to the recliner.
“No problem.”He pulled the chilled bottle from the cooler, then set it and a bottle opener on the bar.She fought the urge to roll her eyes as she popped the top off the bottle.Leaving the bottle opener on the counter, she took the bottle with her to the recliner.
