“What do you want to do today?”
She came and sat back down. “You…want to spend the day with me?”
“Yeah. I sure as fuck don’t want to spend it with my brothers. And no one else is as much fun as you.”
She arched a brow, one of those secretive smiles playing over her lips. “I wouldn’t have guessed I was an overly fun person.”
“You hang out with old people and have a pet opossum. Devious old people at that. You’re fun as fuck.”
“Fun as…fuck,” she repeated with a shake of her head. Then her eyes heated as she tilted her head. “I might have a few ideas of what we can do.”
“Say no more.” I rose, took my plate to the sink, then came back and hauled her out of her seat and over my shoulder.
“Pyre! Put me down!”
“Nope. I enjoy carting you around, Little Reaper. I’m going to do it as often as I can.” Striding out of the dining room, I grinned as she struggled against my grip. She was definitely the perfect woman for me and I was going to spend the next couple hours showing her why she wasn’t going to want any other man after me.
CHAPTER 22
Raeleen
“Iwasn’t invited, Pyre.” Smoothing my skirt down, I stepped out of my car. I’d insisted we take it instead of his bike so I could dress up and look presentable.
“You were invited.”
“No, you were. I’m your plus one, which you don’t do when someone is making dinner,” I said, nerves dancing in my stomach. “I’ll come a different time. When Warrant’s mom knows I’m going to be there.”
“It’s a barbecue, Rae. There’s going to be so much food every citizen in Sentinel could show up and there’d still be left overs. Cindy is going to be thrilled to meet you. Ten minutes after meeting her you’ll swear you’ve known her all your life.”
I made a face. This flew in the face of good manners and it was making me so uncomfortable. Plus, I wasn’t ready to meet Warrant’s family. Pyre had mentioned that they were like the fill-ins for most of the bikers’ families.
“Besides you brought a gift.”
Staring helplessly at the cake plate in my hands, I tried to figure out a way to get out of this before we got to the porch. It wasn’t that I didn’t actually want to meet the family Pyre talked so highly of, it was more I didn’t want to integrate into a huge crazy crowd of people when it was so last minute.
We’d been spending every day together for the last couple weeks and it was amazing. Pyre somehow fit seamlessly into my life. But we were going to have to speak about him accepting last minute dinner invitations. Especially when he didn’t bother to tell the host and hostess he was bringing me along. He didn’t think it was a big deal. It was.
“Hey, Pyre. Rae, it’s good to see you.”
We turned and I smiled as Owen climbed out of his Tahoe. “Hi, Owen.” I liked him a lot. He was a nice man. Way better than Denison had ever been.
Owen’s shrewd eyes studied us. “This is new.”
“Off limits,” Pyre said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Owen rolled his eyes. “I’ve known Rae for years. You think I wouldn’t have hit on her before now if I wanted to?” He paused, cocked his head, then shot me an apologetic look. “Not that I didn’t want to… Or that you’re not…” He trailed off, not sure how to save himself. I took a silent delight in watching him squirm.
“Good going, Asshole,” Pyre said with a toothy grin.
“It’s okay,” I replied to Owen, bailing him out. “I wouldn’t have ever wanted to ruin our friendship.”
“Exactly.”
“What friendship?” Pyre asked looking between us.
I gave him a wry look. “The one that kept us from ripping each other’s clothes off every chance we got.”
Both men were staring at me with their mouths open as I walked toward the ranch house. That would teach Pyre a lesson.
