“So, you guys a thing or what?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Daisy laughs, smiling to herself.
“Damn, bro. I’m just asking what everyone wants to know.”
“It’s none of your damn business.”
“So sensitive,” he grumbles, and I pinch his nipple, twisting it between my fingers hard as I can. “Ow. Fuck.” He pulls away, sliding out of my side of the booth.
Daisy shakes her head but doesn’t comment.
I’d love to know what she’s thinking right now, but I don’t push.
I finish my food and we ride out, leaving Lonerock in the rearview.
Chapter Fourteen
“What do you think?” Gwynee places the flowers Lunatic bought me in a vase on the kitchen counter. “This was my space before I moved in with Big Daddy. I don’t know why we didn’t think of it before the guys lugged all my stuff to storage.” She grins.
“I won’t complain about watching the guys move everything back in with their shirts off,” Sissy tells me with this dreamy look on her face, shoving a piece of chocolate in her mouth.
Gwynee and I both burst out laughing at the same time.
“You better not let your father hear you say that.”
Sissy sticks out her tongue.
“This is perfect. You sure you don’t mind lending me your furniture?”
“I’m not using it. It would just be sitting in storage, collecting dust anyway.”
Lunatic and Kidd bring in the couch and a couple of lamps. “That should be the last of it.” Kidd wipes the sweat from his brow with a bandana.
“And that’s our cue to go,” Gwynee pushes Sissy toward the door.
“You don’t have to leave.”
“Yes, we do. I’ve got plans with my man, and this one has a room to clean.”
Sissy rolls her eyes and makes a gun with her fingers, mouthing, ‘Kill me.’
Lunatic laughs and everyone exits in a flash, leaving the two of us alone.
He’s about to say something, but I bulldoze ahead of him. “I don’t need a babysitter, you know. I can manage fine on my own.” I mean it, but the second the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back. Lunatic’s the only reason I’m not dead in a ditch or back in Mexico, and I’m acting like a bitch. As if I don’t want him here. I’m such a fucking mess.
I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never had my own bedroom, let alone my own place.
“I know.” He moves closer, scans my face. “I can go.”
“No. Stay. We should celebrate. I can cook us dinner.”
“Only if you’re sure.”
I grab his forearm. “It can be my thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“Okay.”
