“To the women we will die for,” Rogue takes a swig from the bottle and passes it to me.
“To the women we will change for,” I add and take my own mouthful.
“To the women we will kill for,” West says. “Even though they torment us at every turn.”
“The fuck?” Rogue’s eyes widen.
“That was dark.” Some would say ominous.
“So what are you planning to do about the FBI agent?” Rogue asks as he takes the bottle back. “Because if your answer is kill him—”
“I’m not going to kill him.” West rests his elbows on his knees and massages the back of one hand with the other. “As long as he sticks to doing his job and keeps his eyes off my sunshine, I won’t do a damn thing.”
“And Dizzy?” I ask.
“How I handle her is none of your business.” He smirks. And that one look is so much like Rebel and Rogue that Dizzy might have created trouble just to get this reaction. She seems like the type.
My night is going to be spent on the couch in the Hearts’ sitting room, hugging a pillow and pondering how long I’m willing to let Kelsey stew after issuing that damn ultimatum.
“You should deal with it,” Rogue says.
“What?”
“Whatever happened between you and Kelsey that has you loitering out here with us instead of being wrapped around your woman.” He turns to West. “Their relationship is new. At least being somewhat out in the open is. Could you spend that much time away from Dizzy in the beginning?”
“Shit.” He smirks again. “I can’t now. But then, she has a way of getting into trouble.”
“Babysitting is different.”
West laughs. It’s a rusty sound, like he doesn’t do it much.
“Rebel’s not here.” I hold my glass out to Rogue for another shot. “Is that why you’re pretending you hold the dad card instead of pouring me another drink?”
“Eh.” He tips his head and pours me another drink. “Try me.”
“She gave me an ultimatum.” I toss the liquid back. “She thinks I’m not as in it as she is.”
“Are you?” West asks.
He hasn’t been around long enough to realize I don’t do anything I’m not a hundred percent about. If he had been, he wouldn’t ask.
“Of course he is,” Rogue answers in my place. “The question is, what are you going to do to prove it?”
Fuck me.
What am I going to do?
37
Rebel
“Hey, Hollywood. Do you think you might name one of those babies after me?” Storm asks.
“If he has a son, he sure as hell isn’t naming it after you, idiot.” Owen grips the steering wheel as the truck bounces along the underdeveloped dirt road to the ridge overlooking Devil’s Bend.
“Why not?” Storm grins around the toothpick he’s chewing on.
“Because they’re going to be girls.” I grab hold of theoh shitbar as we bounce over a rock in the road. The headlights skitter across the darkness, pointing out boulders and trees and a pair of glowing eyes that vanish in a blur.
