Page 31 of Shine: Sins of the Father
I lift a brow, wondering if he’s talking about the best sex he’s ever had or the best surprise he’s ever had.
He reads the question in my eyes and chuckles. “Both, darlin’.”
“Good to know,” I murmur. “I’ve got to get inside.”
He looks beyond me to the door and nods. “Maybe I’ll see you again. MaybeI’llsurpriseyouthis time.”
“Are you heading to the San Jose clubhouse?” I ask.
He looks into the distance. “Yeah. Since I’m here and all. Plus, I’ve got a brother I want to look up.”
Reckless came from the Vegas chapter, and I’m sure that’s who he means.
I take Shine’s face in my hands and stroke my thumbs over his lips. “I’ll think of you often.”
“Same here, angel.”
I lift onto my toes and press my mouth to his. Then I turn and hurry inside, because if I don’t, I’m going to cry for some stupid reason.
Inside the door stands Tiny, the bouncer. He knows who I am, and his eyes move past me to the bike at the curb and the patch on Shine’s back, then his gaze shifts to me.
“Hey, Fiona. What are you doing here? Who was that? Is he comin’ in?”
“He’s leaving. He’s just a ride.”
“Please tell me you girls aren’t having another pole dancing lesson.”
“Nope. I’m just getting picked up here.” We watch through the smoked windows as Shine rides off. I stare after him until the rumble of his tailpipes fades and his taillight gets small. Then I look at Tiny. “You did not see me, understand?”
His eyes shift from me to the disappearing bike. “Yup.”
“Thanks, Tiny. Gotta go.” I kiss him on the cheek, and he blushes, then holds the door for me. I run out to Janey’s car and jump in the passenger seat. “Go. Go, go, go.”
“What the hell is going on? Who was that guy?”
“Just drive before he decides to come back.”
“I saw him drop you off. I saw you kiss him. Now spill the tea.”
“Janey, drive! I’ll tell you everything.”
“You better, missy.” She cranks the engine, and we peel out of there.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Shine—
When I roll into the lot, my eyes scan the old brick manufacturing building turned clubhouse. We’ve got nothing like this place in Nevada. This is huge compared to our clubhouse.
I’ve never been here, but as a patched member, I’m welcome at any Evil Dead clubhouse in the country.
Dropping my kickstand, I settle my bike and stand. Two men are outside smoking. One lifts his chin.
“You’re a long way from home. Cole expecting you?”
I extend my hand. “Name’s Shine.”
The man shakes my hand. “Wolf.” Then he indicates the other man. “This is Green. Welcome.”
