Page 76 of Look at Her and Die

“I’m really not,” I promised. “She invented them to keep the man’s jizz from getting into her eyes.”

That set the entire table off.

Even Audric, the quietest in the bunch, had a soft chuckle for me.

That’s how the night continued.

As a huge group, we sat around talking, challenging Posy with random facts to see if he knew them or not.

Though, by the time the night was winding down, I’d lost my drunk haze and was just pleasantly buzzed.

Posy had started giving me water about an hour and a half ago because he wanted me to be able to ride home on the back of his bike without falling off.

I didn’t blame him.

I didn’t want to fall off, either.

“Hey, your phone is ringing.”

I turned to see Keely pointing at my phone.

I frowned and leaned forward, my eyes widening when I saw DPD’s name flashing on my screen.

“Shit,” I said as I answered it. “Calliope?”

Nineteen

Go shit yourself.

—Alternate swear word combination choices

POSY

I loved her enthusiasm.

I also loved her outlook on life.

She had a rough childhood. She had an even rougher adulthood so far.

Yet, the moment that she got money, she wasn’t thinking about what she could buy for herself. She was thinking about what she could do for others.

I loved even more that she got along with my club.

She’d been talkative and happy all night, and I adored that she got along with the rough and tumble group of bikers that I called brothers.

“I like her,” Webber offered, slapping me on the back.

“I like her, too,” I confirmed.

More than liked her.

I was fairly sure I was falling in love with her.

I’d been doing that over the last few weeks, though. The more time I spent with her and got to know her—other than biblically, of course—the more I found myself really enjoying her attention. Her conversations. Her personality.

She and Keely were leaning forward over a low coffee table, sharing recipes or something.

I’d gotten up to throw our empties away, and some of the guys had followed me.