“How would you even do that?”I asked curiously.
“With surgical precision, considering Tack’s already reachedout to other Bounty charters’ presidents sharing Chaos and its allies will notbe best pleased another woman gets caught in the crosshairs and he’sgonnaexpect a definitive indication from the othercharters they’re frowning on Bounty’s bullshit.To say Bounty, who have neverbeen one percenters, aren’t real thrilled Web took their shit in its currentdirection is an understatement.Might not stop the locals but they’d have theirpatches stripped, and no biker who’s earned his patch doesn’t take thatseriously.They’d have to start from fresh without a single ally, which is likea newborn baby taking on a full grown bear.”
“It, uh…seems you all have this in hand,” I mumbled, andthat got me the fascinating show of his fabulous lips surrounded by his blondbeard twitching.
“Yeah, and if you’d had coffee with me acoupladays ago, Icouldashared a few things and saved youthis trip.”
Hmm.
“Yougonnahave coffee with menow?”he asked.
“Um…” I darted my eyes side to side, saying, “I probablyshould get home.Mom doesn’t know I’m here.She went to the grocery store forher weekly huge-ass shop and since this is lasting longer than I expected, shemight be back before I get home and she’s a little…” I searched for a word, “troubledabout all the stuff that’s swirling around me.”
“I bet she is,” he said quietly.
“So I should go home,” I reiterated.
“When youmovin’ into my place?”he asked.
“I’m under the impression I’m already moved in.”
“I mean, bodily.”
There was something about Snapper saying the word “bodily”that also made parts of me tingle.
I refused to get caught up in the tingle.
“Didn’t all you just said mean I don’t really need thefullness of the protection you and Chaos are offering me?”I asked.
“You think me or any of the brothers areleavin’dick to chance with our women, you’d bethinkin’wrong.”
Of course.
“Snap—”
“I know you love spending time with your mom but it’dprobably help her out to know you’redoin’ better inyour head that you move back into your life.”
This was probably true.
I huffed out a big sigh.
He wrapped a hand around the side of my neck, thumb extendedunder my chin to push it up.
It was a sweet touch and a cool move.
More tingling.
Damn.
“I’ll move in tomorrow,” I said.
“Good,” he replied.
“Or the next day,” I went on.
The look in his eyes that had turned to snowy goodnessshifted back to frosty annoyance.
“Rosie, tomorrow,” he ordered.“You get in, settle in, we’lltalk.”
