Page 2 of Reacher
Stitch glanced around my room.
“Well, you know… you did move her in. I mean, she was secure in the basement, right?”
I hated the thought of her being back in there again.
“It wasn’t the right place for her, Stitch. I couldn’t leave her there, tied up like that. She deserves better.”
“Yeah, because you want her. So the question is, does she want you too? Or are you guys just gonna keep butting heads until one of you cracks?”
I wished we were butting other parts of us. I mean, hell, I knew it would take the edge off of the anger for both of us.
“I don’t know. Look, grab a couple of the guys downstairs, anyone milling around and being a lazy ass. Get them out looking for Ice. You checked with his mum?”
Stitch nodded. “She hasn’t seen him in a week. You know, he’s been run pretty ragged with all that shit with Ryder and his old lady. He was working pretty much twenty four / seven. Maybe we should be leaving him alone to do whatever he’s doing. He could just be resting up at a friend’s place.”
I hoped it was that, because the alternative was not something I wanted to consider, and almost hesitated to verbalise.
“Or he’s face down in a puddle of vomit somewhere, after overdosing on some shit.”
“Yeah.Or that.”
Alicia
IthinkIpickedthatfight with Reacher on purpose, because I wanted to keep pushing him away. Aren’t I theenlightened one, for seeing that for myself?
I sat in the bar, waiting while Tommy poured me another rum and coke. It was my third. It wasn’t a good idea, but I needed them. I needed something to relax me a little, because otherwise I was going to end up losing my mind. I shouldn’t still be here, but the alternative was so much worse.
The trouble with alcohol is that it lowers the inhibitions. It’d damage my pathetic control over my fucking attraction to Reacher. Why couldn’t we have met under better circumstances? Most of his club thought I was a psycho, and maybe that wasn’t too far from the truth. I’d been helping another woman drug and rape men after all.For money.
And I wished that was the only shady thing I’d been doing. Even if people could look past what I’d helped Tori do… there was no way I’d survive the fallout from the other thing.
“Another?” I didn’t even realised I’d finished it, and I opened my mouth to answer Tommy, but another voice replied for me.
“She’s had enough, thanks, prospect.”
I turned to glare at Reacher. “Actually, Tommy, I’d love another one.”
Reacher’s passive look turned to a glare too. How is it that he looks so fucking hot when he’s pissed?
“Tommy, don’t pour that fucking drink.”
I stood up, my hands firmly planted on my hips.
“I’ll choose when and what I fucking drink, Reacher!” He stepped closer, too close, and glowered down at me, and wow… my breath rushed out of me, as I looked up and met his intense eyes. It was like raw hunger staring right back at me. I started leaning closer, and grabbed his shirt. The desperate need to feel his lips against mine was burning through me once more.
“So am I pouring this, or what?” Tommy asked from behind me, breaking the spell that was pulling me into Reacher, mereseconds before I was about to give in, and feel those lips against mine at last.
“Fuck’s sake.” Reacher backed away from me, and grabbed my arm, dragging me a few feet away from the bar, while my head still felt fuzzy, and my body warm and desperate. I’m such a mess. At my age, I should definitely know better. I pulled free as he stopped moving.
“What the hell is your problem?” I hissed at him, watching as he took one of those deep breaths he takes when he’s trying not to lose his shit. I’d seen enough of it around other club members, and yeah… around me. A lot. More than a lot.Pretty frequently.
“I… Jesus Christ… one of our boys is off the grid, and we’re trying to find him, which is a fucking nightmare, when he’s the only one who knows how to track a damn mobile phone.” He looked frazzled, and frustrated, and it pushed aside my own anger, making me sigh instead of snapping at him.
“What equipment does he have?”
Reacher’s eyebrows shot up.
“You know how to do that?”
