Page 29 of Fang
I raise a brow. “Do you think I can’t handle making sure everyone walks through the parking lot safely?”
He shoots me a look that says I’m full of shit. “We both know that’s not it, and you know it.”
“I’ve got this. Go.”
“Cool. See you back at the clubhouse later?” he asks as he takes a step back.
“Sounds like a plan. Ride safe.”
“You too.” I watch him weave through the tables and head toward the back door.
Fucker.
I won’t lie, when I first met him, when he was a nomad, I didn’t know about him. I didn’t know if he had what it took to make it in a club and not on the road on his own. He seemed like a lone wolf. He had no idea what he was getting into with joining the brotherhood.
Then he went and surprised me. He’s fucking flourished in the club. He’s made himself invaluable. I’m proud to call him a brother.
“Hey,” a voice hesitantly says.
I look over my shoulder and see Cami. She’s in a pair of loose jeans and a baggy sweatshirt with her duffel bag over her shoulder, straps clutched in her hand.
Fuck me.
Even while covered practically head to toe, she’s gorgeous. Hell, she’s even prettier now than she is when she takes the stage at night. Then again, right now she looks more natural than when I normally see her.
I have the sudden urge to pull her into my arms and bury my face in her hair as I hold her.
“Hey, you okay?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“I was wondering, do you know where Happy is?”
“He left. Why?”
A little line forms between her eyebrows. “He was supposed to walk me to my car when I was ready.”
I toss the rag onto the table and stand up straight. My back aches something fierce.
“I’ll do it,” I tell her.
“Are you sure? I’m sure someone else can.” She bites her lip and scans the room.
“It’s no problem. Really. Now come on.”
She studies my face for a minute before she turns toward the back door. Instinctively, I rest my hand on her lower back. I can’t help but look down at where my palm rests.
My hand looks right on her.
Before my thoughts can turn, I clear my throat.
“Are you okay?” I ask gruffly.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” she asks as we step outside.
“That asshole earlier,” I remind her.
Cami winces, and for a second, I feel guilty for bringing it up after she forgot.
