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“Yo,” Sketch called out as he walked into the kitchen, his eyes on me. “You’re bitch is here lookin’ for your ass.”
With a deep inhale, I moved my eyes to the figure pushing him to the side and walking toward me with a hint of fire in her eyes.
“Hey,” I said as I looked up at Amber.
“Hey,” she said back flatly. “That’s all you can say is,hey?”
“I’m sorry, things have been a little busy around here,” I told her with a hint of softness in my tone. I pulled out the chair next to me as a peace offering. Amber rolled her eyes like she couldn’t stay mad at me and then dropped down into the seat.
The table around us was oddly quiet.
I felt Ky and B-ry’s eyes on me though I wasn’t looking at them.
“Are youbusytonight, then?” she asked ignoring everyone else around.
I huffed out a nervous laugh and as my hand moved to rub the back of my neck, I felt the heat hit my cheeks.
“No,” I said with a shake of my head. “I’m all yours tonight.”
I saw her body relax, the little flames flickering in her eyes retreating as she looked at me.
“Okay,” she said clearly pleased with my answer.
My brothers stood almost as if they were one. B-ry pinned me with a hard stare.
“We ride at noon,” he said like I somehow would forget that.
“I’ll be ready,” I told him in a firm tone. I didn’t need to remind him that we were equals but it irritated me that he was treating me like this.
His comment bothered the piss out of me because I had nevernotshown up when I was supposed to. I may have spaced out on the details a little bit lately, but I knew the when and where. It didn’t matter how much shit I had in my head, I’d never let my club down. B-ry knew this. Hell, everyone should have known it. So I didn’t have a damn clue why he felt the need to point it out like that.
They left and the room grew silent for a moment.
I tried to shake off my sour mood but I felt like I was failing miserably.
“Something is up with you,” Amber said, her body turned sideways to face me.
“Maybe,” I said and my brow scrunched up in confusion.
“You need to talk about it?” she asked, and though I knew she wasn’t thrilled about the idea of me getting into the deep stuff, she’d listen if I really needed her to. Maybe? I was pretty sure she would, anyway.
I felt like I could probably talk to her about anything. She wouldn’t get upset or judge me. In fact, I knew she’d understand most of the things I couldn’t share with anyone outside of the club, not that I would ever go into any of that with her. The only problem was, I didn’t know what the hell was going on in my head to even begin to form the words to explain it.
“Don’t know,” I said with a shrug.
Not bothered by my reply, she shrugged back and snagged a piece of chicken from the half-eaten plate in front of me.
Then she went on, telling me about some shit drama going on at her work. I listened and tried to be as comforting as I could be. I threw in my two cents about the whole thing but I wasn’t sure if it was one of those times that she was looking for advice or just needed to vent.
Not long after that, we went to my room. I grabbed a beer and we watched a movie. I think I had a couple more beers as the images played on. Amber had a few herself and as the credits rolled, I let out a long yawn.
“Tired?” she asked as she cut the TV off.
“Yeah,” I said as another yawn slipped out. “Guess all the runnin’ around is catching up with me.”
“Can I stay?” she asked with a softness in her tone.
She’d been drinking so it wasn’t like I was going to let her drive home anyway.
