Page 27 of Hit and Run
“She asked me to be there too. She wants me to cook dinner for the four of us,” she tells me.
“If that piece of shit disrespects you in front of me, we’re gonna have a problem.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud. It kind of just fell out of my mouth. She’s looking at me in awe.
“Why Shade, are you saying you would defend my honor?” she teases.
“You’re damn right I would.” I wink at her and she smiles. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one that hits me like a shot of whiskey. My whiskey girl.
We spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company and playing pool with our friends.
The next day, I wake up to a text from Wren.
From Wren:Meet me at Rosie’s at 11 a.m.
I check the time, 10:15 a.m. Fuck. I take a quick shower and get dressed. I’m out the door by 10:45 a.m. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to get to Rosie’s from the clubhouse. I pull into theparking lot with five minutes to spare. Of course, Wren is already here. I walk into the diner and glance around. She’s sitting in a booth to my left with her back toward the door.
“Hey, Shade,” Tink greets me. “Meeting with Wren?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply.
“I’ll bring you a coffee.” She smiles at me before walking away. She probably knows I just woke up since we had a club party last night. Some of the guys made a tradition out of coming here the morning or afternoon after a big club party. I head over to the table Wren is at.
“Hey, lil sis,” I say as I sit across from her. “What happened to you last night?”
“I was tired. I didn’t want to stay out late,” she tells me. I know she’s lying. Sketch was involved, so she’ll avoid talking about it. “You didn’t bother Sienna, did you?”
“Not at all.” I smirk.
Tink brings me my coffee. “Did y’all want to order something to eat,” she asks. We take our turns ordering food and Tink scurries off. Wren glares at me.
“So what did you want to talk about?”
“Who says I wanted to talk about anything? Can’t I just want to spend time with my baby sister,” I ask her.
“First of all, I’m not a baby. Second, you never want to spend time with me,” she spits out.
“That’s not true, Wren, and you know it.”
She looks out the window, avoiding eye contact. Neither of us says anything for a couple of minutes.
“What do you think of Zack and I coming over for dinner tomorrow night?” she finally breaks the silence, still avoiding looking at me.
“I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume Zack is your boyfriend?” This causes her to look at me and I smile at her. “I would love for y’all to come over.”
“How would you feel if Sienna came too?” She’s giving me her sweet, little doe eyes like she does any time she’s trying to get something from me.
“She can come too,” I tell her.
A smile stretches across her face. “Thanks, Bubba,” she says.
“Anything for you, Wren,” I reply.
“Just . . .” she pauses. “Please don’t scare him away.”
“Is that the reason you haven’t brought him around,” I ask. She slowly nods her head. “Wren, if this guy makes you happy and treats you right, there won’t be any issues.”
“Well, he does.” She smiles. It doesn’t completely reach her eyes, but I don’t press for more. I don’t want her to shut down on me. “So, we haven’t really talked much recently. How was your race the other night,” she asks.
I grin. “It was such a fucking rush. The guys who put the circuit together were impressed with how well I handled the car,” I gush.
