Tundra’s lips quirked into a small smile.“Always better to be safe than sorry.”
I went behind the bar and put down a pint glass.“You want anything to drink, Ivy?There’s a half a bottle of red wine back here, but who knows how long it’s been sitting around.Or there’s some white wine—”
“Or tequila helps with bruises,” Tundra said.
Ivy laughed.“It does not.”
Tundra leaned forward.“How would you know?I’m guessing you’ve never had a shiner before.”
Was he flirting with my woman?
Dammit.She wasn’t mine.
Ivy pulled the ice away for a moment.“No, I haven’t, but I’ve had tequila before and those headaches almost rival the one I’ve got right now.”
I narrowed an eye at her.“You said it was getting better.”
She shot me a small smile.“Yes, but being on your motorcycle had everything to do with that.”
I had a sudden urge to throw her over my shoulder and ride as far as my Triumph would take us.Rather than give into the urge, I forced myself to ask, “Do you want something to drink?Otherwise, I’ll grab you a water.”
She shrugged a shoulder, which drew my attention to the line of her collarbones which were on full display in her wide-necked blouse.
“This is a bad idea, but after this day, I don’t give a damn.I could go for vodka and cranberry or I’m good with vodka and a twist of lemon or a lime if you’ve got that,” she said.
We were more than good with that.My favorite liquor was vodka.I went to the side-by-side fridge and pulled a bottle of vodka from the freezer.A lemon and a lime sat on the counter close by, I grabbed both.When I turned around, I saw Ivy watching me.
I nodded at her.
“You forgot glasses,” Tundra said.
My eyes slid toward him.“Got some in my room.”
“No ice?”he asked.
“This has been in the freezer.”
“Not gonna socialize?”Tundra kept at me.
I fought off a frown.“So you can flirt with her some more?We’ll pass.”
Tundra roared with laughter.My anger flared because nothing about this was funny.
Tundra clapped a large burly hand on my shoulder.“Nickel, when I’m flirtin’ with your woman, you’ll fuckin’ know it.”
“Whatever.If you’re around, you’ll see us in the morning,” I muttered.
Ivy reached out and took the fruit from me.I jerked my head toward the other side of the room and she walked in front of me.The way Tic eyed her up and down didn’t escape me, but I kept my reaction in check.
I shifted the vodka bottle so I could hold her hand before she got out of the common room.From the corner of my eye I saw her head turn and I looked down the dim hallway.Another biker and one of the club groupies were halfway down the corridor making out.She’d pushed forward and had him up against the wall, and he had both hands wrapped around the globes of her ass.She pulled away and kissed his neck.In the dim light, I recognized Killian.
“Goddammit,” I hissed.
“What?”Ivy whispered, twisting her head around to me.
“Don’t worry about it.Let’s go,” I whispered, and hurried us up the stairs.
Inside my room, I put the vodka on my dresser and took the lime and lemon from her.
