Page 105 of Property of Stone
“A few hours, dependin’ on the route our road captain takes. We try to stick to back roads.”
“To avoid law enforcement?”
“To avoid dickheads who can’t drive.”
“That’s a good reason, too,” she murmured as she glanced out past the former serving line to see what her son was up to. He hadn’t bugged her in at least a half hour.
What she found wasn’t surprising. Wren loved animals, so whenever he saw one, he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
He currently sat on the cafeteria floor—dirtyfloor, she noted—using Thor, Ogre’s scary looking dog, as a backrest. Her son was mindlessly petting the canine and rubbing hisears while reading out loud from a book Taryn made him bring along to keep him occupied.
The huge dog’s eyes were nothing more than slits because he was eating up the attention. At least the hundred and fifty pound dog wasn’t eating Wren.
“I’m glad Thor’s tolerant to Wren’s attention and his long-winded story time. He reminds me of some of you bikers. Intimidating on the outside and…” She was going to say mushy on the inside, but that wouldn’t be correct. “Never mind,” she muttered.
Stone grunted. “Dog’s well trained. Can do some damage if ordered. Despite that, Thor’s a good babysitter.”
Taryn said, “The dog can’t watch our children, Stone,” before he got that idea in his head. “Plus, I’m pretty sure that’s…illegal. Oh wait…” She rolled her eyes. The Kings certainly didn’t give a crap about what was legal and what wasn’t.
“Ain’t sayin’ the dog’s gonna babysit on Sunday since Thor rides shotgun with Ogre.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, got a sidecar for him. That beast ain’t ever far from him. But ain’t sayin’ the dog won’t keep an eye on the kids when he’s near them. He’s known Sunny since she was a tiny nut nugget.”
She swallowed down the frustration from him constantly using that term. To stay sane, she needed to learn to laugh at it instead. “Anyway, if my mom has plans, I’ll just stay behind with the kids.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
“It’s not up to you.”
“Sure as fuck is.”
Since he still had her caged in with his arms, when she turned to face him, they were only inches apart. With a tilt ofher head, she locked eyes with him. “I thought it was an invitation, not a demand.”
“It is.”
“Which one?”
“Both.”
She sighed. “Are all bikers as bossy as you?”
“Haven’t met them all, but if I hadta guess, yeah.”
“Must be in the genes.”
“Got somethin’ in my jeans.” He grabbed his crotch and shook it.
She rolled her eyes. “Genes with aG.”
He snorted. “Huh. Musta spelled it wrong my whole fuckin’ life.”
“I’ll ask my mother about Sunday and let you know. By the way, you never did answer me about the percentage the club wants, and I also need to know who’s going to do the delivery tomorrow. I’ll need to give him some pointers before he goes.”
His eyes dropped to her chest, even though it was covered by an apron.
He straightened, took a step back to put some space between them, and curled his fingers into his palms. “Tempted to touch you right now. Maybe the kids can take Thor for a walk.”
