Once this assignment ended, Razor planned to have a sit down with him, Merrigan, Gunner, and Mercer, if he was back, and set Doc straight about how decisions were going to be made in the future.
“We have to get going,” Razor said to Gunner, rolling his eyes when his teammate rubbed his hands together a second time.
“I’m tellin’ you, you need to settle down, my friend. You’re gonna scare all of ’em off.” Not that Razor would actually think that was a bad idea. It might even be considered public service if he warned them about Gunner.
Razor walked to the girls’ cottage while Gunner drove the car closer. He would’ve preferred having Ava all to himself, but at least she’d agreed to let him ride with her after Aine offered to join them.
“Hey,” she said, opening the door when he knocked.
“Ready?”
“Yeah,” she answered, “although there’s been a slight change of plans.”
Razor felt a pang in his chest, was he actually disappointed? Wow, some of these emotions were beyond surprising. Hoping the way he felt wasn’t evident to Ava, he merely raised an eyebrow.
“Aine has decided to go with Pen and Tara too. I guess Gunner offered to take them wine tasting on the way to Cambria.”
“Would you like to join them?”
“Would you?”
Razor stepped forward and bent down to look in Ava’s eyes. “I asked what you’d like to do.”
“Honestly, I’d rather not, which is why my sister said she’d ride with them.
“Hungry?” he asked once they were on the road.
“I guess. Although I don’t have much of an appetite.”
She was back to not looking at him, and keeping her arms crossed in front of her.
“Mind if we stop?”
“Do I have a choice?”
And…the brat was back. What the hell had happened after they’d talked to her father that pissed her off?
“I guess you don’t,” he teased.
“Then why ask?”
“How old are you?”
“Why do you want to know? Just to humiliate me? You know exactly how old I am. You probably know my bra size and when I had my last menstrual cycle.”
“Nah, but I do know when you lost your virginity.” He’d meant it as a joke, but the look on her face indicated she didn’t take it that way.
“That subject is off-limits for you. Understand?”
“I was kidding.”
“How old are you, Razor?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you an old man?”
Who was crossing the line now? Although she did have a point. He was lusting after a nubile young woman ten years younger than him.