Reaper's Till Death (Devils Rejects MC 3)

“Got a cooler in the back room by the fridge. There’s a bag of ice in the freezer. Fill it up with that pack of water on the table.”

“Yes, sir.” I mock salute him and get to it.

As I am closing the lid to the cooler Quinn comes in the back room which is kinda like a break room and tells me that I did it all wrong. I never knew there was a correct way to pack a cooler. He says I should have put the water in then dumped the ice on top of it.

“What’s all this for anyway?”

“My crew. We’re going to the new jobsite to drop this off and make sure all the materials were delivered. After that I’ll take you shopping. Then I am dropping you off with Sara while I go to church.”

We file into his extended cab truck and he drives to the other side of town to a drive-thru to grab breakfast.

The ride to the site is quiet outside of the muffled sounds of us enjoying our chicken biscuits.

He pulls up to a gate that is marked service entry at the back of a gated community full of large fancy homes.

The jobsite ends up being at the home of a high-profile country music star.

I’ve never been much of a fan of the guy, but Quinn says he will introduce me if John is around.

We get out of the truck, and as I round the back end, I see Cocky, the guy I danced with.

With his hair pulled back from his face, I can see his bruises from the fight. His left eye is nearly swollen shut. I feel awful about the whole thing.

“Mornin’, darlin’, boss.” He nods at both of us.

Quinn growls and I offer him a weak smile, afraid of doing or saying the wrong thing.

“Got your refreshments. Did the lumber get delivered?”

“Yup all accounted for,” Cocky quips, never taking his eyes off mine.

“Stay here,” Quinn barks at me and him and Cocky go over to talk with the rest of the crew.

After a few minutes I’m bored and start wandering around the backyard, looking at the flowers.

There’s a huge inground pool that looks so damn tempting.

Kicking my heels off, I sit down on the ledge and dip my toes in, loving the cool water, wishing I could take a dip.

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?” A feminine voice calls out from behind me.

Embarrassment at being caught flushes down my throat. “I’m so sorry.” Scrambling up, I turn around and come face to face with I think her name is Paige. The musician’s wife.

“You’re fine. Happens all the time.” She waves me off.

“Really? I figured you have great security here.”

“No, I only wanted to make you feel better.” She laughs.

“Oh.” I purse my lips. “I should go.”

“You a fan of my husband?”

“He’s okay. I am more of a rock ‘n roll girl.”

“You’re honest. I like that. If you want to use the pool while you’re here I don’t mind.”

Before I can reply, Quinn is grabbing my arm and giving his apologies, making me feel like a child.