His thumb presses into my wrist in warning.
“She’s fine. I was telling her she could go for a swim if she wants. The pool never gets used enough.”
He grits his teeth as he grins and bears it as I gloat on my small win.
Quinn is forced to walk quietly with the two of us. Her returning to the house and us going to his truck.
“We need to have a serious discussion.” His voice is snappy and accusing as he practically picks me up and tosses me inside the truck.
His grumbly bear attitude isn’t going to bring me down. Next time I am totally jumping in that pool.
“Don’t even think about it,” Quinn warns.
“What?” I feign innocence.
“You know what.”
Quinn can’t push the gas pedal hard and fast enough. He’s tearing down the service road like the zombie apocalypse just broke out behind us and this is the only chance we have to get away.
His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. I’ve really pissed him off, and I don’t know what he is so upset about.
“Gee. Calm down. You can swim too if you like.”
“Don’t be cute,” he snarls.
“Aw you think I’m cute?” I flutter my lashes.
He says nothing else and drives me straight to Sara’s house.
Good. We can go shopping without him playing my shadow and acting like I’m his kid sister he is stuck watching.
He shuts off the truck in front of the house.
“Don’t ever do that again. I’ve worked damn hard to build up my company. I keep my biker life separate from my business though I do hire some of the guys when I am shorthanded, or they need a few dollars. I don't like mingling with my clients. Ever. Not now or any time. We understood?”
Hearing the pride he has for his business I do understand where he is coming from even though I think he is overreacting. Our family has several businesses. I get wanting to be professional. It’s a swimming pool. It isn’t like I asked her to sign my ass or something. Or for her husband to. He acts like I was going to skinny dip and invite the c
rew to an orgy.
“Am I free to go now, Daddy?” I don’t know why but I can’t seem to help myself from being a smartass and giving him back what he dishes out.
“What I tell you about that shit?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m so sorry. Mr. Reaper, do I have your permission to exit the vehicle and proceed inside to see Sara?” I smile at him.
“Yeah. Go on.” If looks could kill I’d be dead right now.
I grab my purse and as I am climbing out of the cab of the truck Danny is approaching the driver’s side.
Chapter Ten
—Reaper—
“What’s she doing here, man?”
“I don’t think I can do this. She’s driving me batshit fucking crazy. I can’t have her on the job with me.”
“Heard the two of you caused quite the scene last night at the clubhouse. I thought you’d lay low. Keep her home with you and I don’t know watch chick flicks or some shit.”