“I have a lot on my mind. My future and stuff…” I trailed off as Fang's hand came down on my leg. The comforter kept his skin from mine but it was like he was touching my bare flesh.
“Not because you just saw a man get shot?” There were so many unasked questions in his voice.
I had been right to be nervous.
“That as well,” I mumbled, already knowing it was too late. The seed of doubt had already been planted. Hell, it had been planted long before and I just kept on watering it.
“Liar.” Fang's breath flowed over my cheek. “Tell me how you knew what to do, Gypsy? You have a secret and I want to know it.”
“I have no secrets,” I retorted, trying and failing to keep my voice even. “I am an open book.”
It was hard to concentrate with him being so close to me.
“I will find them out, Sunflower. So you might as well tell me.”
I paused, could I tell him? I had already broken my cardinal rule and told Bobby. A moment of drunken weakness. And one that I already regretted. Could I tell Fang? Ask him to protect me?
I shook the thought away.
No.
I had protected myself all those years. I couldn't run and tell the first man who got my panties wet just because I was having an emotional wobble.
“There's nothing to tell. You know everything about me, Fang.”
“I don't think I know the first thing about you, Gypsy. But I want to. And I’m going to. How did you know what to do with The Judge? You were very professional.”
“First aid training?” I countered.
Fang's finger came down on my lip, silencing me. “No more lies.,” He rubbed absently on my bottom lip. “Tell me.”
“I’m Gypsy.”
The finger on my lip dragged it down, and I sucked in a breath.
“You're never going to be Gypsy to me, you're always going to be Sunflower.” Fang sounded thoughtful. “My sunflower.”
I inhaled sharply. His sunflower?
“Are you drunk?” I couldn't help but ask and his chuckle filled the quiet room.
“You would think so but no I’m not drunk. I just can't get you out of my damn head,” he admitted. It almost sounded like he was admitting it to himself and not talking to me at all. “I've never been so caught up in a woman since…”
“Your wife,” I finished for him.
“You know about my wife.” The finger on my lip stilled. “Ah, Bobby filled you in did he? Remind me to have another word with him when I get the chance.”
“You leave Bobby alone, Fang. I mean it. He's a friend to you and this club.”
Fang's face materialized in front of me. “Is he your friend as well?”
“Yes.” Jesus, he was too close. It made it hard to form words. “Yes, he's my friend. Just my friend, Fang.” I added seeing the look on his face darken. “
“And what does that make me?”
I scooted backwards. It was a loaded question. One that I didn’t want to answer. Not truthfully anyway. “What do you mean?”
“Are we friends, Sunflower?”
