Conleigh and I made eye contact over the man’s head, and a smile came to my face at the blush that came over hers.
“No, not usually.” Conleigh nearly choked. “But that is why we have the, erm, sheet down. Those can get messy…and there was a pre-season game on that we didn’t want to miss.”
The man grunted. “I don’t know if you know, but I tried to sell this house before I rented it out. I would’ve sold it in a heartbeat, but nobody was buying…but now someone is willing to buy it. And I need you out.”
Conleigh just blinked at him in awkward silence. “But I have a year lease signed.”
The man shifted uncomfortably. “I had a large offer. I’m willing to pay you five thousand dollars to allow me to break the lease.”
Conleigh’s shoulders slumped. “Do I have the full six weeks to move out as stated in my contract, or do I need to get out sooner?”
The man looked so relieved that he practically started to cry. “You have whatever you need. The man that is buying it expressly said he doesn’t need it. He just wants it.”
Moments later, the man left, leaving Conleigh and I staring at each other in awkward silence. “So…if you move into my house, you can kind of pretend that it’s yours.” I paused. “And we can take your furniture. I don’t have any in at least two of those rooms, and my living room couch is still the one I had in college, that was Dad’s before that.”
Conleigh sighed. “Moving in together is a bad idea. So, so, so bad.”
All I could think about was it being so, so, so good.Chapter 15I’m so tired the bags under my eyes are bigger than my boobs.
-Conleigh to Linc
Conleigh
“So how did you and Linc meet?” the woman asked.
I looked over at her, and once again, wondered how she fit into all of this madness.
We were at an MC party with the Bear Bottom Guardians MC and wondered how her little puzzle piece fit into all this craziness that was club life.
“Uhh,” I tried to remember her name. “Linc and I met when we were younger. I was sixteen and he was twenty? Both of our parents were in the same MC—the Dixie Wardens. I guess you could say I grew up with him…kind of. He wasn’t around all that much, even though I looked for him every time I went to a function where there was a possibility of seeing him.”
And that wasn’t a lie.
I looked for him. Craved to speak with him.
I was fascinated with the boy, Linc James. Just like I was head over heels for the man.
“That’s sweet,” the woman, whose name I still couldn’t remember, grinned. “I used to be married to Wade.”
I would’ve asked who Wade was but didn’t get the chance.
Linc’s phone rang, and once again I was wondering why I was carrying it.
His explanation was that the heavy shit in his pockets weighed his pants pockets down, which, maybe they did.
He hated having shit in his pockets. Keys. Phone. Wallet. Change.
Everything annoyed him. That was why he always left his wallet at home because he never remembered that he didn’t have it.
His request to put his shit in my purse had been okay as long as his phone didn’t ring and require me to answer it.
The first time I had answered it, because it’d been Jessie, his father.
The second time, I’d also answered it because it’d been Rome, a man who was a member of his MC that I’d just met earlier that day. After giving him directions to the restaurant we were at, I’d shoved Linc’s phone back into my purse.
This time, it was his agent, and I sure the fuck wasn’t answering that.
Which happened to be why I was currently trying to ignore the most annoying ringtone in the world.
I knew that Linc could hear it. How could you not hear that racket?
“Do you need to answer that?” Landry asked.
I snapped my fingers at the recalling of her name and then blushed. “No. It’s Linc’s phone, and that’s his agent’s ringtone. I don’t want to answer it, but more so, Linc can hear the freakin’ phone ringing. He’s not that far away!”
He really wasn’t. He was standing about two tables over from mine, speaking with a couple of his fans who, at seeing Linc James eating two tables away from them, had freaked the fuck out. They didn’t come over or interrupt him, and Linc had appreciated that while he’d been eating. That was why he went over to talk to them once he was done.
“Oh,” Landry said, bringing her hand up to her face to scratch her nose. “Wade used to do that when we were married. He’d hear it, and refuse to answer it, and either I answered it or I had to listen to it go off a hundred million times. Eventually I started blocking numbers and shit because I was tired of them calling. And since he refused to answer those calls, I didn’t see a point in them being able to get through at all.”