Walking up behind her, I clasp her waist and nibble on her neck.
“Did you talk to him?” she asks.
“Yep.”
“What’d he say?”
“I think he’s into her. He said if she weren’t who she was, he’d have come to visit her—and get this—he even said he’d probably have brought her to Vegas and moved her in with him.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yep.”
“So, now what? We really need to get those two together somehow.”
I shrug. “I don’t think it’s up to us. I planted the seed. Gave him something to think about. Now we’ll just have to wait and see what he does.”
“I don’t like that plan,” Harley Jean says, turning in my arms and sliding her hands up my chest.
I chuckle. “I’m guessing you have a better one.”
“We need to get Shine to town. I may have an idea on how to do that.”
“Oh, really? What’s that?”
“Let me think on it. It could take some planning.”
“Well, it’s not going to happen anyway… not until he takes care of the guy who raped his sister. I know Shine. There’s no way he’s leading that asshole here. Not when he already put Fiona in danger once.”
“Put Fiona in danger? What are you talking about?”
“Shit. Forget I said that.”
She folds her arms. “Not a chance. Spill.”
“I can’t. It's club-related. She was just somewhere she shouldn’t have been.”
“I hate when you do that, but I know the drill.”
“Enough talk about them.” I hoist her over my shoulder, and she shrieks. “Hush, woman.” I smack her ass and carry her to bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Fiona—
“I’ve got it. Go,” my sister says, shooing me out the door. “Mom will be here any minute.
“You’re sure you’ve got it?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
“Okay. Thanks, sis. I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“You’re welcome. Now scoot before I change my mind.”
My younger sister, Ella, is covering for me at the bakery. I’m surprised she could tear herself away from her busy social life, but Mom told her I needed help, so she’s stepping up, and I’m grateful.
Mom is picking me up to take me to my ultrasound. Her Corvette slows in front of my shop. I jog over and climb in, and she takes off as I buckle my belt.