“Shh, little rebel.” He put his finger over her lips. “You’re fine. You don’t have to explain or worry you said the wrong thing.”
She gave him an incredulous look as though she didn’t ever not worry about what she said. Which could be the case, except maybe when she was deep in Little space.
“Come on, we need to get to work.” He left some cash on the table, giving her a stern look when she reached for some money.
Little brat knew the rules.
He helped her out of the booth and she turned to get the helmet, bending over and waving her ass at him.
Fuck that was
tempting.
He tucked her under his arm, liking the way she fit there as they strode towards the door.
“Oh, I think a friend of yours was here before,” she told him as they made their way to his bike.
“A friend of mine?”
“Yeah, well, this guy came up to me while you were in the bathroom. He asked me if I was with you. Said he’d seen your bike out in the parking lot.”
“What was his name?”
“He didn’t actually say. He was a little weird, especially when I said you would be back if he wanted to wait.”
He paused and took hold of her arm, not liking the sound of that. “What did he look like?”
“Um, long, brown hair. A ring in his nose. Kind of greasy looking.”
He sighed. He knew who that was. “Horse. He’s a friend of Rory’s.”
“Oh. He’s Horse?”
He noticed a small blush on her cheeks. “You know about him?”
“Um, yeah, Rory might have mentioned him the other day when he was asking Reyes if he’d decided whether they could join the Iron Shadows.”
“Fucking idiots. Rory is a dick and Horse has a few screws loose. Stay away from him, okay?”
She nodded. “I will. Why do you employ Rory if you don’t like him?”
“Because he’s a talented artist. Brings in a lot of clients. But I think he’s a shithead and I don’t want to spend any more time with him than I have to. Come on, little rebel.”
He plonked the helmet on her head, making certain it was done up before he swung his leg over his hog. He liked the way she felt plastered against him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had someone on his bike.
But it felt right in a way nothing had in a long, long time.
* * *
“Reyes, what’s up?” Duke answered his ringing cell as he sat behind his desk. His last client for the day had just left and he needed to sort some paperwork.
“Need you to meet me at the club. Got a lead on the girl in the photos. I want you to come with me to talk to some contacts I have. Where I’m going, always good to have eyes on your back. Spike is across town doing something. The senator is back, so Razor and Jason are watching him.”
“Right. Fuck.” He was meant to take Sunny home. He ran his hand over his face. “I’m supposed to be taking Sunny home once the shop closes.”
There was a note of silence. “She can’t drive?”
“Her car’s a piece of shit. She comes in with me most days.”