Sinners are Winners (KPD Motorcycle Patrol 5)

Kind of like right then.

Lock was staring at me, looking as if he wanted to hug me, and there was a woman that worked in the drive-through who was looking at him as if he was a shiny new toy she’d like to tear out of his package.

Yes, lady. He does look incredibly sexy in his uniform.

Was it okay for me to get pissed at the lady? Or did I not have the right because we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend?

I needed a damn label!

Like, was I allowed to flip the lady off? Or was it okay to sit there allowing her to eye-fuck him right in front of me?

When she handed him the small bag that I knew didn’t hold enough food to feed a baby, let alone two of us, I stared at him in confusion.

But he was pulling out without acknowledging the woman, before I had a second to ask him a question.

Two minutes after that, he was pulling into another drive-through.

This time I paid attention to what he was ordering.

Waffles fries.

I frowned but still said nothing.

This went on four more times, and by the time we ended up back at Lock’s place, he had six bags in his saddlebags, all from different fast-food restaurants.

When he got off, he grabbed them all up, then reached for my hand.

Without a word, he led me inside, and then set all the food out on the kitchen table.

I stared at it in shock.

He’d gotten all my favorite things, from six different places.

Waffle fries from Chick-Fil-A. A burrito from my favorite taco chain. A sweet tea from McAlisters. A burger from Whataburger. A couple of cookies from Rico’s. And finally a milkshake from Brauns.

I started to cry.

I just couldn’t help it.

And he didn’t say a word to my outburst.

Only wrapped me up in his arms and squeezed tight.

“Shhh,” he said into my hair as I cried into the uniformed shirt of his chest. His very hard chest seeing as he was still wearing his Kevlar vest that he wore while he was at work. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay…at least not for those two parents.

Their lives had irrevocably changed today, and I hated that for them.

One second everything was perfect, and the next, not.

But…Lock was partially right.

My life was perfect.

In the two weeks that I’d been living with him, I’d realized a couple of things.

A, I really liked who Lock was as a person. He was kind, caring, sweet, possessive, and hot.

B, he took care of me. Not in an ‘I’m controlling’ kind of way, but in an ‘I care about you’ kind of way. He made me coffee to go in the morning. He sent texts to me, making me smile. He always let me know when he’d be home late.

C, I was falling in love with him.

Hard and fast.

I sniffled and pulled away, wiping my eyes.

“What are you going to eat?” I asked, sucking up snot in a very unladylike fashion.

He grinned. “I ordered a pizza.”

I laughed then, unable to help myself.

“We’re going to gain fifteen pounds tonight,” I admitted.

He didn’t say a word.

Only dropped a kiss onto my lips and said, “So?”

I snorted, then remembered the man from earlier.

“Hey, what was that guy there for earlier? The one that looked all grumpy and official?” I asked.

Lock’s face suddenly grew murderous.

“Someone turned her into the city,” he said. “Filed a couple of violations on her. They’re bogus. She can clear them up easily with a lawyer, but it was more than obvious that it was some bullshit when the guy served her the papers.”

“Served her papers…is it a lawsuit?” I asked, surprised.

He nodded. “Among other things.”

I blinked. “What…wow.”

“The lawsuit is for discrimination. Apparently, a man came there to apply for a job that day you interviewed with her—the receptionist job she was talking about—and my mother turned him down because she’d just hired you.” He sighed. “We’re fairly sure that the guy was responsible for turning her in on those violations, too. Though, most of them won’t hold any water.”

“Most of them?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “One might. But my mom didn’t go into further details. She went to talk to her lawyer with my dad. I didn’t get a chance to do any more asking about it because I was worried about you.”

I blinked. “Call her.”

He grinned. “I texted. She told me she would talk to me tomorrow because her and my dad were going out on a date at a local winery, and she wasn’t letting some ‘punk little kid’ ruin it for her.”

I snickered. “I like your mom. A lot.”

His eyes were soft as he said, “Me, too.” He paused. “I told you that I had the best parents.”

With that, I burst out laughing.

Lock handed me a beer, which I took despite it not being my favorite, and together we ate until we couldn’t eat anymore.