Page 9 of Wild Weekend
“Nothing a strong coffee won’t fix. And I took Advil this morning.”
“If you go to the local ER, they’ll prescribe you something stronger.”
“No,” he says quickly. “Advil’s fine.”
I trace the outline of the bruise with my fingertip, enjoying the feel of his skin. His eyes dart to mine, and our gazes lock. My breathing quickens, and heat floods my body. The way he’s looking at me like he wants to kiss me makes my core ache.
My lips part on a gasp, and I will him to kiss me. It’s been a long time since I felt a man’s lips on me, and I’ve never wanted to be kissed as badly as I do by this man.
“You want a coffee, or what?”
I startle at the woman in the coffee van and step away from Will. I’m back in a muddy field, surrounded by a thousand hungover bikers, and in need of coffee.
“I’ll have a double shot with cream and sugar and…” I turn to Will. “What are you having?”
“An americano, no cream, no sugar.”
He pulls out his wallet, and before I can protest puts some bills down on the counter. “I got this.”
I shake my head. “I should buy you coffee, as an apology for the…” I indicate his head.
Will frowns at me. “You already gave up your room. You can’t keep apologizing all weekend.”
The woman’s already processed the payment and givenWill his change. They’ve got a line of customers behind us, and she has no time for us quibbling about who pays.
We wait at the other end of the truck while the second woman makes our coffee. Will turns to me with his hands in his pockets.
“You’re with the Underground Crows.” He says it as if he’s sucking on a lemon, like the Crows are something distasteful.
“Cleo’s husband Kray is a Crow.”
Will’s frown deepens. “You involved much with the club?”
There’s disapproval in his voice that gives me pause. He’s part of an MC too, so I’m not sure what he’s getting at.
“I’ve spent some time at the clubhouse since I’ve been staying with Cleo. They’re good guys.”
Will grunts, and a flash of something passes across his face. Is that jealousy? That can’t be right. We only just met.
“They can’t be that good of guys if the President spent three years inside.”
The heat drains from my face, and I look down at my hands. I have a small ring with a rose pattern, and I twist it in my fingers.
“That was a long time ago,” I say quietly, hoping he doesn’t notice the strain in my voice. “They’ve gone legit. All their business is above board.”
“How do you know that?”
I sneak a look up at Will. He’s clean cut and well-groomed and has probably never done anything he regrets in his life. Which is the opposite of me.
I have no business being attracted to a man like him. I’ll get my coffee, and then I’ll go and ignore this connection between us.
“Because Cleo takes in foster kids. They had a full report done on her and Kray. Cleo wouldn’t stick around if Kray was into anything dodgy.”
“You have a lot of faith in your sister.”
She has a lot of faith in me is more like it. Cleo was always the one with the kind heart and resolve of steel.
The woman hands over our coffees, and I wrap my hands around the warm cup.
