Page 98 of Renard's Deliverance

Or it might be because Stefan had once slammed her head into a wall and given her a concussion.

Who knew?

But damn. It sounded like she’d missed a hell of a good time.

“Linc came in and loomed over her, demanding to know what she thought she was doing,” Lilac said. “We pointed out that we were with her and that our men didn’t mind us being out without them.”

“Butch was lurking in the background the entire time,” Ryleigh reminded her. “And I saw him on the phone a lot, probably talking to my other brothers.”

“Did Linc drag you out of there?” Opal asked Ryleigh.

“He tried, until Clem threatened to turn her killer chicken on him. And then we all got kicked out.”

“Why did you get kicked out?” she asked.

“Because Clem actually had her killer chicken with her,” Lilac said dryly. “None of us realized there was an actual live chicken in her handbag.”

Okay.

That was just fucking hilarious.

“Next night I’m coming,” she announced. “I cannot miss out on killer chickens just because I’ve got a small headache.”

“A small headache? I don’t think a small headache would stop you from going anywhere,” Lilac said. “It didn’t look small when we came the next day to check on you.”

“Yeah, why didn’t you tell me what happened then?” she asked.

“Because you looked like death warmed up,” Lilac told her dryly.

“You didn’t look that bad,” Ryleigh said. “Just, yeah, not so good.”

“Anyway, seems you’ve been keeping stuff from us too,” Lilac said. “Renard? When were you going to tell us?”

“And is Renard his first name or last name? Because I’ve never been clear on that,” Ryleigh said.

Opal opened her mouth, then closed it. “Crap. I have no idea whether Renard is his first or last name.” She should probably know that sort of thing.

But her brain was fried by his bossiness.

And his ability to kiss.

Wow.

“Opal? We lost you?” Lilac asked dryly.

“Sorry. Just thinking about the way Renard kisses. Lord, I’ve been kissed before but never like that.” She fanned herself.

“Yeah, Tanner is an amazing kisser too,” Lilac said.

“So is Linc. The asshole,” Ryleigh muttered.

“He kissed you?” Opal asked.

“Yeah, we’ve kissed. But then he usually says something dickish and ruins the moment.”

“Men often do that,” Opal told her. “They can be complete assholes.”

“Amen to that,” Lilac said. “You know, until they do something really nice and then they’re the best.”

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