“He said that we’d talk to the club tomorrow about the deal you guys gave him. I’m not stupid enough to think that this would be included in it. It’s more money involved.”
“Considering how this was written up, it wouldn’t be an issue to bring it forward and discuss. My brothers and I might be bikers, but we’re not dumbasses. We know when we see a good deal. Lucifer would agree with me. You mind if I take it and show it to him?”
Della draws her bottom lip in between her teeth and looks around.
“I was going to show it to Maddox first, get his thoughts on it. We just got on good terms, and I don’t want to ruin it.” Her honesty baffles me.
That must be what’s so different I’m sensing the tension between her and her brother isn’t there. Neither is the animosity. She can be herself without protecting something so profoundly deep inside.
“Don’t think he’d have a problem with me showing it to Lucifer.”
As for these plans, I think my President should see them before the meeting in the morning. Show my brothers. I’m sure without a doubt they’d be down with this being part of the deal.
“I guess you can.” Still, she looks apprehensive about it.
“Look, if Maddox has an issue with it I’ll tell him it was my idea to show Lucifer beforehand,” I tell her, wanting to reassure her.
“Okay, then, if you’re willing to take the fall for it if he gets pissed,” she agrees, smiling brightly. “You really think it’s a good idea?”
“I do.”
Her smile brightens, and damn it, if it doesn’t feel like I won the lottery.
“What exactly did you go to school for?” I ask, closing the file and leaning back, not in a hurry to move from this spot. I like exactly where I’m sitting, and I plan to stick around for a while.
CHAPTER TEN
Della
“You really want to know about the different degrees I’ve earned?” I can’t believe Shadow is asking me this. Let alone the fact he’s sitting next to me as if he did it every day of the week.
“Yeah, why not?” The way he looks at me causes butterflies to flutter in my stomach.
“Because you never really did this before,” I point out. He’s never in the years I’ve known him sat next to me for a conversation.
“Well, little mouse, you have all of my attention now,” he says, that grin of his firmly in place. “I want to know about you. Find out what you’ve been doing.”
Right.
I’m not sure if I can believe that or not.
Regardless, I answer his question. “I have a degree in business management. Another in accounting. I also minored in business administration.”
“That’s pretty damn cool,” he murmurs. His expression is easily readable, showing he’s impressed.
“Yeah, I had a plan to use them here at the ranch.”
Why did I say that?
“What changed that you didn’t?”
“My senior year changed everything.”
Oh God, now why did I mention that?
“Your senior year?” His confusion was clearly written all over his face. Great. “Why is that? Did you get a job offer or something?”
“No.” I shake my head, question my reaction to him, and why I’m even talking about this. I don’t talk about this kind of stuff with anyone. Yet I want to. I want to be honest with him. I don’t think I can lie to Shadow about my past. “I did get an internship that I got to work at, but that came after the events.”
