Page 59 of No Fear
“Royce.”
Remy snorted, “How’d you know? Could’ve been Bent.”
“Nah, if Bug is involved it’s probably trouble and trouble is Royce’s favorite kind of fun.”
Remy nodded and then stopped, “Wait? Bug?”
“Craig Grant. Rachel’s brother. Bug. That’s his nickname.”
“Because of the eyes?”
“Because of the eyes.” Ford smirked, “Funny because they fit your little bird perfect, all big and innocent like...”
“Stop talking about Rachel’s eyes. Now. Before I give into the urge to put my fist through your ugly mug.” Remy warned with a smirk of his own.
Ford barked out a rough laugh, as if he hadn’t used it lately, “Damn, it really is too easy. Keep your fists to yourself Remy. I’m going.”
“Good. Get gone.”
“Tell Rachel I said hello.” Ford waved as he pulled the door of the Chevelle open and laughed again when Remy flipped him off.
He watched his cousin leave and couldn’t shake the feeling of uneasiness that had overtaken his earlier pleasure. Not even when Rachel pushed open the driver’s side door of the Challenger and stepped out, smiling at him. He moved back towards her, because he had to. She was like a magnet. But his worries didn’t ease, not even when he kissed her and told her Ford was just checking on them.
He didn’t like Lincoln’s interest in Rachel. He didn’t like that his cousin was keeping tabs on her. He didn’t like that Craig was a part of Lincoln’s crew or that they were currently looking for a traitor in that crew. He didn’t like the way things were starting to add up in his head and he really didn’t like that Rachel still hadn’t told him what it was her brother had threatened her with to send her running to him.
But he wouldn’t push her. He’d told himself that. He’d promised himself that. And he wouldn’t break that promise. Not to himself. Not to her. Not ever.
He trusted her and he trusted that if there was any foundation for this new fear that had cropped up that she would have told him.
