Page 7 of Her Dirty Biker
I sit across from him. “Guardrail’s up to something. And she overheard it.”
He lifts a brow. “She told you that?”
“Not exactly. I could see it in her eyes. She’s scared.”
“And?”
“She’s pretending she’s not.”
He chuckles. “Sounds like someone else I know.”
I glare. “This ain’t about me.”
He leans back, folding his arms. “Italwaysis, brother. You want to protect her, but I see the way you look at her. You’re not just trying to keep her safe. You’re trying to keep her.”
I don’t deny it.
Rock sighs and slides a key across the table. “You’ve got three options. One, you let her go and pretend none of this ever happened. Two, you drag her into club shit and risk her getting hurt. Or three…”
“Three?”
“You get her to trust you. Let her stay here. Keep her safe while we sort this out.”
“She’s not going to like being told what to do.”
He shrugs. “You’ve got that look, Diesel. The one you only get when a girl hitsjust right.Don’t fuck this up.”
By the time I swing by Willow’s apartment again, the sun’s fully up and the city’s alive. Sirens wailing in the distance, construction echoing, buses rattling past. She’s sitting on the stoop with a paper cup of coffee, barefoot, legs tucked under her.
She sees me and narrows her eyes.
“Do you always just appear like a sexy hallucination or is this just for me?”
“I’m not here to flirt.”
“Shame.” She sips her coffee. “That leather does something for me.”
I grind my teeth. “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
Her brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”
“It’s not safe for you here.”
“How do you know I’m not safe?” she asks, then adds. “I didn’t ask you to rescue me.”
“You didn’t have to.” I step closer. “You overheard something last night. That makes you a target. The club wants you somewhere safe until we know what we’re dealing with.”
She stands slowly. “And if I say no?”
I stare her down. “Then I throw you over my shoulder and make you come anyway.”
Her lips part slightly.
Shit.
Wrong choice of words.
“You gonna spank me if I fight you?” she says softly, teasing.
