“What happens now?” Daytona rammed his hands into his pockets, looking small and lost next to Jimmy.
“He takes you home.” Lucky nodded toward the man he still wanted to call Nurse Andy. “But you can’t say a word about any of this. Understand?”
Daytona sniffled and nodded.
One more hug, and Lucky sent his brother on his way. “We’ll catch up later, I promise.”
Daytona clung for a moment and shuffled off.
“I’ll take good care of him.” Jimmy patted Lucky’s shoulder and gave him a half smile. “Give my regards to your sister.” He slid beneath the steering wheel and slammed the door.
As if.
Daytona climbed in the other side of the SUV and waved when Jimmy drove them out of the parking lot.
Johnson leaned against her Jeep. “You ready to go? You know I hate not being home to tuck my kid in, but not being there to send him off to school sucks canal water.” She might be there in time to make him an after-school snack.
“What about you?” Lucky stepped close enough to feel Bo’s body heat.
“I gotta get back,” Bo said. “You go on home with Loretta. I’m still working a case.”
Oh. “So much for going home and showing you my scar. Tell me a die-hard biker like you finds scars sexy.”
Bo nuzzled Lucky’s nose. “I find your scars sexy. In fact, I find every single inch of you sexy.” The quick brush of lips didn’t come close to the kiss Lucky wanted, but…
“Hey, guys. I’m standing right here.” Johnson tapped the toe of her shoe.
“And?” Lucky growled.
“And you don’t want me telling you how cute you are, do you?”
Lucky didn’t give a rat’s ass who saw, or even if Johnson said the “c” word. He kissed his man. Might be the last time for a while.
“If I can’t keep an eye on you…” Bo dug in his pocket and pulled out the dragon key ring.
Lucky clung to his talisman all the way home.
***
“We’re here.” Johnson pulled up outside the gate to Lucky’s neighborhood, rolled down the window, and punched on the keys. The gate slid open.
“How the hell’d you get the code?”
Johnson managed a weary grin over her shoulder. “I learned from a hard-assed motherfucker who never let gates stand in his way.”
Yes, she had. Damn.
She helped Lucky into the house and settled him on his bed. He’d never been this tired in his life. “Want me to strip you, or can you do it?”
The loose T-shirt and sweat pants ought to slide off easily enough, if Lucky didn’t mind Johnson glimpsing his junk.
“You ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen before,” she said, hands on hips.
“How do you know? Maybe I got a third nut or something.”
“Oh! Call Guinness! Three balls, world’s shortest dick.” Johnson rolled her eyes toward the heavens and started whistling.
Okay, maybe he wouldn’t be showing her anything new. But still… She’d never seenhisjunk before and wasn’t going to. “I’m all right.” And world’s smallest dick, hell!
