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My brow arches. “Excuse me?”
“I said, sit.”
“Oh, I heard you, macho man. I was giving you a second chance to change your answer. Don’t order me around like a dog or you’ll see how big of a bitch I can really be.”
His lips twitch as he fights back a smile and I growl. “Even worse than the Taser?”
“Yes, even worse than that.”
Rolling his eyes, he lets out a dramatic sigh and gestures to the bench. “Would you like to sit down now, dear?”
“Don’t be a smartass,” I hiss, grabbing his face in my hands and glaring at him He barks out a laugh and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground as he walks over to the bench and sits down with me sitting across his lap.
“Beast,” I grumble and he laughs again.
“You want the blanket, babe?”
I nod, a shiver racking my body. “Yes, please.”
As he wraps the blanket around his shoulders and swallows me up in it, I look up at the stars as peace settles over me. Not once since we got here have I thought about all the shit at home.
“Thank you,” I whisper, laying my head on his shoulder. “This is exactly what I needed.”
“Everything okay?” he asks, handing me one of the pork kabobs he whipped up for dinner. I sigh and nod.
“Yeah. You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
He cups my cheek, guiding my gaze to his. “Well, I do worry about you because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you and you saying you can handle it does nothing to ease my concerns. Spill.”
“It’s just more of those prank calls,” I admit, picking at my dinner and he studies me for a moment before sighing.
“Let me handle it, baby. The guys and I will pay a little visit to Reed and put an end to this. I hate seeing you so stressed.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want him to know that he’s getting to me. I’m stronger than this.”
“Tatum,” he growls and my head jerks up as I meet his eyes. “You are, without a doubt, the toughest, most badass woman that I’ve ever met but you’re still human. It’s okay if this bothers you.”
“If he just came at me, I could deal with him no problem but I hate the mental games.”
“We’ll handle it, okay? I’ll take a few guys over there and we’ll put the fear of the devil into him.” He grins at his own joke and I laugh.
“Did you practice that one?”
He shakes his head. “Naw, it just came to me.”
“It was good,” I answer with a grin but my mind is back on Reed and the phone calls. Maybe I should just let Lincoln handle this. I mean, what’s the point of having a big strong biker as a boyfriend if he can’t scare the shit out of little asshats from time to time.
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
He nods, holding a cube of potato in front of my lips. “Good. Now, eat before it gets cold.”
I grab the potato from his fingers with my teeth and the hunger in his eyes intensifies as he meets my gaze. With his eyes locked on mine, he starts trailing his hand up the inside of my thigh and I suck in a breath.
“I think we need to save this food for later,” I whisper and he nods.
“Couldn’t fucking agree more, Darlin’.”
