Page 56 of Monk
“How’d you know where we’d be?” he asks.
She drops her gaze to the table, chewing on her bottom lip. “I heard Jacob on the phone with somebody earlier. I heard him say they were going to be meeting at the old mill.”
“Why the hell were you spying on us in the first place?” Prophet says, leaning closer to her.
Kasey draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She closes her eyes for a moment, appearing to be gathering herself. And when she opens her eyes again, she seems a little steadier.
“I wasn’t trying to spy on you,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I was actually just trying to figure out what was going on with Jacob.”
Prophet looks at me, amused. “I’ve never heard anybody actually call you Jacob before. Makes you sound like a fuckin’ choir boy. It’s cute.”
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because I had a choice in what I was named.”
I hear one of the guys making a joke out of it. Prophet stands back up, returning his gaze to Kasey once more.
“So, why were you spying on Monk—sorry, Jacob—then?” he asks.
She cuts a glance at me and I shift on my feet, feeling suddenly awkward. As private as the club is about our business, I’m even more private about mine. And the answer to Prophet’s question is going to blow my privacy out of the water and expose what I’ve been getting up to in my alone time. Not that it’s anything to be ashamed of, but I prefer not discussing my sex life with the boys. There are some things you just don’t share, not even with your brothers.
“So, why were you spying on him?” Prophet repeats.
“She doesn’t have to answer that,” I say.
Prophet turns to me, his face hard. “That’s not your call to make, kid.”
Kasey, perhaps seeing my discomfort, turns back to Prophet.
“We spent a nice evening together last night and this morning, something changed. I wanted to know what was wrong with him,” she announces. “And I’m sure you guys know how difficult it is to get anything out of him.”
The guys all look at me with raised eyebrows and smirks on their faces, all of them murmuring their agreement with her last statement. Assholes. I drain the last of my beer in one swallow and lean down on the bar, refusing to look at any of them any longer.
“That’s why we call him Monk,” Cosmo offers. “Bastard doesn’t seem to speak any more than he has to.”
There is more muttered agreement and snickering coming from the crowd, and I start getting the idea where this is all going. Which is nowhere good for me.
“Anyway, he made me dinner last night. We hung out with his dog,” she continues. “And then, we had some really amazing sex.”
All of the guys start to snicker and chuff like a pack of teenage boys. At this point, I don’t know if she’s spilling all of this because she’s trying to embarrass me, or if she’s trying to make Prophet uncomfortable. If she thinks she can make him squirm, she’s got another think coming.
But because she doesn’t know him, I don’t see her assuming she can make him uncomfortable, it leads me back to the idea that she’s trying to embarrass me. Which she’s doing a nice job of since I don’t like airing out my laundry like this. Prophet glances over at me, a wide grin on his face. But then, he turns back to Kasey, seeming to be enjoying this game of Whack-a-Monk.
“I hear a ‘but’ coming. So, what did Romeo here do?” he asks.
“Well, when he woke up this morning, he acted like an insufferable asshole, if you want to know the truth,” she says.
“That sounds more the Monk we all know and love,” Cosmo chimes in.
Everybody—except me, of course—starts to laugh. And unbelievably, Kasey seems to be warming up to the guys, laughing along with them. I roll my eyes.
“How was he acting like an asshole?” Poe asks. “I mean, I assume it’s different than the normal kind of asshole he is with us.”
“You guys got the basics, you don’t need anything else,” I interject.
“Nah, nah, we’re interested now,” Cueball throws in.
I open my mouth to object further, but Prophet gives me a sharp look. “You keep your yap shut, kid. Let her tell her story.”
The smile on her face is positively wolfish and she suddenly looks like she’s enjoying herself. I think I might have liked her better when she thought she the guys were going to kill her. Needing a smoke, I push off the bar and walk outside, closing the door behind me. Smoking’s not allowed inside the clubhouse.
