“I had a few more detours to set up. You should’ve seen her. Every time she’d come to one, she’d kick at it. God, it was hilarious. This one time?—”
“You were only supposed to do three. She’s freezing for God’s sake. Did that ever cross your mind?”
“If only you could have seen her...” Foss looked up with a dreamy smile, and Don wanted to wipe it from his face.
Rage boiled just below the surface, threatening to over flow, and his fangs ached. He never should’ve let Foss get so close to her.
Jackson cocked an eyebrow. “What iswrongwith you? I swear I didn’t touch her. She’s hot, but she’s yours. I get that.”
“She’s not mine.” Dom wrenched open the door of the Porsche.
“Could’ve fuckin’ fooled me.”
CHAPTER FOUR
The band atBig Daddy’s was getting ready to play their final set and most of the patrons were on their third or fourth pitcher of Friday night refreshment. People crowded the pool tables and lines formed at every dartboard.
“Can I get you anything else, sugar?” The waitress leaned over Dom’s table to adjust the location of the salt shaker, and her large breasts dangled in his face.
He pushed himself back slightly and saw her tongue dart from the corner of her over-glossed lips. She was offering him more than just beer, but he was definitely not interested.
“Two Hefeweizens.”
“Two? How ’bout a pitcher. It’s a better deal.” She put her hand on his shoulder. The rose tattoo on her right breast hovered at eye level, the name Lenny entwined in the stem. “Expecting company?”
“Yes, and here she is. Two beers. And a straw.”
“Alrighty, then.” She pulled one from her apron pocket and turned around as a tall woman approached the table with a swagger that belonged on a Fashion Week runway. “Day-um,” the waitress muttered under her breath and walked away.
The blonde’s low-rise jeans barely covered her ass and her red heels screamed “come fuck me.” One guy fell over in his chair, gaping, as she sauntered past him, her belly ring swinging with each step. Dom rolled his eyes and smiled when he saw it was a diamond-encrusted arrow pointing down. Shock and awe had always been her motto. Some things never changed.
“Lily.” Dom stood and hugged her. She air-kissed him on both cheeks and rested her hands, with their red-tipped fingernails, lightly on his biceps. Holding her at arm’s length, his eyes raked her up and down. She loved the admiration and, as a good friend he needed a favor from, he wanted to feed her ego. “Stunning as usual. I think there’s a collective heart attack going on in here.”
“Thanks, love.” Her breathy just-out-of-bed voice always caught him off guard. She ran a hand down her stick-straight, shoulder-length hair, flicking the ends through her fingers. Leaning in close, she inhaled with half-closed eyes. He stiffened his shoulders and got ready for what he knew was coming.
“Mmm. You smell positively mouthwatering.” She slid a hand down to his ass and, with a grunt, yanked his hips close then let go.
“Thanks.” He laughed and pulled out her chair.
She hung her purse on the seat back and sat down just as the waitress returned with their drinks.
“May I? That’s a beautiful tattoo.” Lily stretched her palms out and took the woman’s hand. She ignored the colorful Lenny tattoo and pretended to be engrossed in the plain barbed wire one on the woman’s arm, but Dom knew better. “Nice. Very nice.” Lily’s eyes fluttered and the corners of her mouth turned up.
“Uh, thanks.” The waitress lifted her free hand to her mouth and yawned.
Lily loosened her grip, and the woman pulled away, blinked a few times and walked slowly back to the bar
“Shit, Lily. You couldn’t wait?”
“Sorry. Been with the fam all week up in Whistler and was low on energy. I was slogging.” She reached her arms overhead and her shoulders cracked. “Ahhh, much better. So, what’s the job, love? Your text was cryptic.” She unwrapped the straw, put it in her beer and took a long sip.
“I need your help to close an assignment.”
The driving beat of a bass drum filled the air, followed by a screeching guitar. The lead singer straddled the microphone stand and began to sing. Not bad. Dom hadn’t heard a cover of this song before. With the loud background noise, no one would be able to hear their conversation.
“Three days ago, my team uncovered a Darkblood den. I had just uploaded some data from their computer when they surprised us. We managed to take a couple of them but, but Stryker and I were shot. With silvies.”
“You obviously had on your gear, eh?”
