There was a pause.
“We’re gonna watch the lot.Butwill that tip off the cops if they come around?”Bluff asked.
Roll gave his son a dose of side eye.“You’re a biker.Cops show, act like you were outside for a smoke or some shit.”
Volt nodded.“If cops show, we know nothing.”
“Right,” I said.
“Sounds like as much of a plan as we’re gonna get,” Lark said.
“Agreed.We’ll meet again on Saturday.Sooner if new shit develops,” Volt said, and tapped the gavel to the table.
While the others filed out, Ricochet came to me.“What are you gonna do on your day off?Sleep off your headache?”
I fell in step beside him.“No.I’m going to Ivy’s to make sure she’s safe again tonight.”
“When did making sure she’s safe become a euphemism for sex?”
“Shut up.”
He stopped in the middle of the hall.“Wait… youdidn’ttap that?”
I gave him a dry look.“She’s not a ‘that,’ and strenuous activity is a no-go with a concussion.”
He rolled his eyes at me.“Your head’s so hard there’s no way you had an injury.”
“Safety first.”
“Right.You meeting up with her or what?”he asked.
“I was at her place last night before coming here.I’m headed back there now,” I said, ambling toward the stairs.
“Is she there?”he asked, following me.
“Don’t know.I’ll pick her lock if she isn’t.”
We’d made it to the second floor and stood near the laundry area.
My brother made a sound almost like a scoff.“Damn, you haven’t even tasted her pussy and she’s got you wrapped.”
“Didn’t say that,” I muttered.With anyone else, I’d have kept that to myself, but Killian knew when I was lying.
His chest heaved with a silent chuckle.“Knew it.We’re tougher than those bastards.”
“They still knocked me out,” I said, walking to my door.
“Whatever.Have fun…keeping her safe,” he chided and sauntered past me toward his room.
“Fuck off,” I muttered.
Ricochet roared with laughter.
I unlocked Ivy’s door with ease, slipped inside, and twisted the deadbolt behind me.
Last night, I’d taken in her space, but here alone, I could admire how organized and well-decorated it was.The walls were a glossy egg-shell color which I liked because most people only used glossy in their bathrooms.A beige couch with small blue flowers took up a good part of the living room.It was feminine in an understated way.
I did a quick, cursory walk through of the upstairs and downstairs to make sure I was alone, then forced myself to mind my business.If I got to be in Ivy’s bedroom, I wanted it to be her idea.Not because I’d decided to camp out there while waiting.
