Reining It In (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 6)

“Back to you.” I grabbed the corner of the comforter and pulled it over my legs. “Are you any closed to finding Dr. Lu?”

“Yeah.”

I lifted my head. “Shut up.”

Bear nodded. “For one, we found out what his real name is.”

“Conner Lu wasn’t his name?”

“No. His full name is Leonard Conner Luther.”

I wrinkled my nose. “I can see why he went by Conner.” Lame.

“You do know that your uncle Leo’s full name is Leonard, right?” he laughed.

“Well, yeah, but he doesn’t look like a Leonard. He’s a Leo.”

“Whatever you say, mama.” Bear made three more stacks of cheese and meat. “Leonard is originally from Michigan. He and his mom moved to Rockton when he was sixteen. He started his sophomore year at Rockton High.”

“Maybe that was what he was going to tell me before you broke the glass?”

Bear shrugged. “I’m sure he was going to tell you who he was pissed off at, but I had bad timing.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “I would more than likely be dead if you hadn’t busted through the door like you had.”

“Thank Luna. She was the one who was worried about where you were. She had the gut feeling that something was off.”

“Good ol’ Luna,” I smiled. “She’s the closest I’ll ever have to a sister.”

“Ransom called Zig, Zag, and Pie tonight and asked them if they remembered him from high school.”

I turned my head. “Did they?”

Bear shook his head. “Nope. Zig did find him in his yearbook, though. I gotta say, mama, if you thought that guy was hot, I have to wonder if you have the best judgement.”

“What?” I laughed. “He was a good-looking guy. At least he was until he tried to kill me. Now he’s butt ugly.”

“I got a picture of him on my phone downstairs. I think you might be wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe he had a glow up after he graduated, Bear. I wasn’t the only one who thought he was handsome. All of the vet techs tried to date him.”

“Did you?” he asked.

I cringed and shook my head. “Hell to the no. The guy was good-looking, but his personality was shit. He thought he was god’s gift to, well, everyone. As soon as he opened his mouth, he turned into an ugly slug.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “And he really wasn’t my type.”

“What is your type, mama?”

I hummed and smiled.

“You gonna answer me?”

He was my type. I had dated a few different types of men the past few years, but none of them had never really held my interest past a few minutes.

Bear was different. Ever since I had seen him with Ransom, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. The urge to climb the man like a tree hadn’t lessened, either.

“Suit and ties?” he drawled.

I scoffed and shook my head.

“Boardshorts and tank tops?”

“I can stand the beach for about two hours before I get pissed that I have sand in cracks that there should not be sand. Surfers are a no.”

“Jersey and a football?”

“Eh to sports. Not interested.” The only good thing about watching organized sports was the food. I was totally into Super Bowl parties as long as there was an extensive spread of food.

“What about–”

“You!” I blurted. “It’s you!”

Bear popped a piece of cheese in his mouth and smirked. “Cool.”

“You’re an ass,” I laughed.

“I mean, I’m into you too, mama.”

“Well, seeing as you just saw me naked, I would hope you have a little bit of interest in me.” Otherwise, I didn’t know what the hell we were doing in my bed with a platter of meat and cheese between us.

“More than a little. You would have seen that if you would have opened your damn eyes in there. I was half-mast, and you had your damn hand clamped over your eyes.”

“I was in shock by the fact you were even in the bathroom with me, okay? I was all up in my feelings of being mad about you not coming home for dinner, and then, you were there.” I giggled. “You really need to give a girl some warning before you walk in the room with a shark-coochie in just your underwear.”

“I thought that was pretty smooth.” He motioned to the tray. “I had a tray of meat, and I also brought my own meat.”

“Lame,” I laughed.

“I’ll try to up my game.”

“No need to,” I sighed. “As lame as that move was, you totally made up for it with everything after.”

He rolled onto his back and groaned.

“Are you okay?”

He sat up and grabbed a cracker. “That’s about as long as I can lay on my back, is all.”

“That was like two seconds, Bear.” He had said before he could lay on his back for a little bit, but that was barely a breath before he was up.

“More like three.” He blew out a breath and shrugged. “I’m old, mama.”

“You’re thirty-one, Bear. I don’t think anyone would call that old besides a two-year-old.”

“And they would be correct.”

I smothered a yawn with the back of my hand and turned on my side toward Bear. “You really sleep every night in a recliner?”

He shook his head. “Sometimes it’s in the front seat of my Bronco.”