Cash.
Mack.
Skid parked first and took off his helmet. “Well, what do we have here?”
Rome flipped him off.
Cash laughed.
Mack pointed at me. “You still dating this asshole?”
I blinked. Dating? Was that what we were doing?
Rome answered before I could. “Unfortunately for her.”
I rolled my eyes.
Skid looked between us, then smirked. “Oh yeah.”
“What?” Rome asked.
“You are a fucking goner, man.”
Rome looked at me and shrugged. “Yeah.”
Which only made them laugh harder.
Fantastic.
Cash shoved his hands into his cut. “How’s the shop? Rome let us know about the shit sprayed on your windows. Sorry, doll.”
My chest tightened. I didn’t know that Rome had told the club, but it was fine. I’m sure most of the town had seen the words before I had. “Thanks.”
Cash shook his head. “Still think it’s the ex?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s the only person who makes sense.”
Rome’s jaw tightened beside me.
“Want us to pay him a visit?” Mack asked.
Rome sighed. “Jesus Christ.”
“What?” Mack said. “I’m asking nicely.”
“I told you just hold off for now.”
Cash looked offended.
“I don’t need anybody beat up,” I interrupted. “I’m sure it was just a one time thing.”
Skid nodded. “Hopefully, but just know it will take just one call, and we’ll be here.”
That was oddly comforting.
Rome looked at his watch. “Alright. She’s gotta open.”
Skid waggled his eyebrows. “You walking her over?”
