“Where are you taking me?”
“We’re going to bed, Spitfire.”
“Oh, good.I’m tired.But I didn’t want to go to bed without you.”
“So, you fell asleep in the common room?”He opened the door and stepped inside, still carrying her.
“Seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Did anyone bother you?”
She shook her head then buried her nose against his chest.There was a lot he had to tell her, and some he wouldn’t, but that could all wait until morning.He helped her undress and tucked her into bed before stripping out of his cut and the overalls, and sliding in beside her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Here are your keys,” Bulldog said and tossed them in her direction.Winter caught them in one hand then stuffed them into her pocket.
“What’s up?”She wondered if they’d moved her truck or what had happened that he was giving them back now when he could have done so any time in the several days since she’d arrived.“Do I need to move it?”
“No, it’s good where it is.Just wanted to make sure you had them if you wanted them.”
Winter narrowed her eyes as she watched him a moment longer.She was staying on Sons’ property for a reason, or had he forgotten that?She should ask if he was telling her that she was wearing out her welcome, but she was a guest and not someone to question the president.
“Oh, well, thanks.”She smiled at him, finished the soda she’d been drinking while she’d visited with Billy, then slid off the stool and headed for the shop.Bishop had told her he would be out there working on something when he’d left an hour earlier.
At the shop, she looked around a moment then spotted him, bent over and almost hidden behind a large custom bike on the far end of the shop.She headed his way, still thinking about the best way to handle this.
“Hey, how are things going?”She shoved both hands in the ass pocket of her jeans as she approached.
“Good.I’m almost done here.You need something, baby?”He looked up from where he was working.
“No.I’m good.But I do have a question.”
“Oh?”
“Do you know why Bulldog gave me the keys to my truck?”
