Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

“Is it normal that Army soldiers and Marines mix it up like you guys?”

“Don’t know.”

“Okay, but can I ask you a personal question?”

“I can do it for you,” I tell her smugly. “I have no plans on turning my life around, whatever the hell that means. I am on my chosen path, and I am sure that it is the right path, and no, I don’t need you to tell me what I should be doing instead.”

I stare at her, my gaze serious. Hers is almost…amused.

“Done?”

I nod.

“Did you choose a motorcycle gang, I mean club, because you miss the brotherhood and camaraderie of being in the service?”

Her lips twitch again, and I know she’s mocking me.

“That’s actually a pretty good question.”

“I know,” she shoots back, this time not bothering to hide her smile. “So?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? Ace and I are bike enthusiasts and were looking for something to do. This is where we ended up.”

It’s as good an explanation as I have because I haven’t given it much thought.

“Is it because you were disgruntled with your time in the Marines?”

Holy shit with this woman. “I don’t know, Letty, maybe? Are you always this nosy?”

She laughs again, and the sound weaves its way through my body and wraps around me so tight I can almost feel her tits pressed up against me.

“I’m not nosy. It’s called inquisitive,” she shoots back with a sparkle in her eyes.

She really believes that. And if I believe her, what does that say about me?

“Some, not all of us are veterans, and each of us had our own reasons before becoming part of the Reckless Souls.”

She points to my kutte.

“Treasurer? How did that happen? And this time just try to answer the question. It might help to put down that chip on your shoulder.”

“Smart ass.”

Letty shrugs. “I have my moments.”

“I like the smart ass,” I tell her.

“Thanks, I think I do too.” Her smile and her words are genuine, and she seems more pleased by that compliment than the other.

“And the ass in your jeans. It really is spectacular.”

“Good to know.” She averts her gaze to the computer screen, but there’s nothing she can do to hide the blush.

“Are you offended, Letty?”

“No,” she sighs, and finally, eventually, her gaze meets mine. “I’m not offended, Shades. I appreciate the compliment. I just…don’t know what to make of you.”

“That makes two of us because I don’t know what to make of you either.”