He holds his finger up. “Ah, ah, ah, not anymore. Now I am the SA of the Knights of Silence MC.”
I really don’t know what possesses me to do so, but I turn my body and lie my head on Sainte’s lap. “I’m so tired, Sainte.”
“I know, pet. Here.” He lifts me up. “Why don’t we lie down and take a short nap before dinner.” We get up from the bed, and he pulls down the covers. I crawl into bed and he follows. He holds out his arm, and without any hesitation, I turn toward him and curl into his embrace. There is something so peaceful in this, and I have no idea why, but frankly, I’m too tired to find out.
Chapter 15
Sainte
Honey and I have been at the clubhouse for the last twenty hours, and I see it is taking its toll on her. I have tried to keep her busy and her mind off the things that tug at her heart, but I can’t always make it go away. It’s a struggle for her to be here, and I totally get it, but she has been clean for sixty-eight hours and counting. I’m so proud of her.
Tonight is our appointment at Tranquil Gardens. When I spoke with Ice yesterday, I filled him in on our plans for the night. He sounded a little disappointed. I think he wanted to go in our place. But that wasn’t gonna happen with Emma being preggers. I chuckle at the thought. Not that they would have been able to join us anyway. They would have had to have an appointment. And frankly, I’m fucking glad they can’t. I want to experience this place with Honey alone.
I step out of the shower and towel off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I step out into the bedroom. Honey is asleep on the bed. I stand there for a minute. She is curled up in the fetal position, and it makes her look so vulnerable. I know she is frail right now and having a hard time with things, but I can see she is a strong woman. She is a force to be reckoned with, and I can’t wait until she is completely mine. Because it will happen.
She stirs and turns toward me. “What time is it?”
“Almost ten,” I reply. “Maybe you should get up and start getting ready?”
She stretches and yawns. “Okay.” She slowly crawls out of bed, gets some clothes, and heads for the bathroom. At the door, she turns back toward me, a little more awake, and says, “Aren’t you gonna follow me in? Glued at the hip, remember?”
“I’m right here, darlin’, and I know the bathroom is clean. I trust ya.” I wink, and she scurries into the bathroom. I do trust her, but I also know there is nothing in there that could help her acquire more coke.
But there is something in there she could use to hurt herself.Holy fuck, I didn’t think!
I rush to the bathroom and throw open the door. She’s naked and stepping into the shower. I grab my razor from the sink.
She looks at me angrily. “Really, Sainte? You think that low of me?” She sounds so hurt that I would think she would do something harmful. I feel like an ass.Damn!
“Honey, I’m sorry.” I could lie to her, but it would defeat the whole thing we have going on here. “It’s not that I think you would, but I don’t want to enable you if you were headed that way.”
She turns into the shower. “Yeah, whatever.” She steps inside and pops her head out. “Will you just go and let me take a shower in peace please?”
I nod and step out the door.Well, I totally fucked that up. And everything was going so well. Now I basically told her I didn’t trust her.
I let her finish in private and make my way downstairs. Perhaps leaving her alone will show her I really do trust her. I just don’t want her to hurt herself in a moment of weakness. Oh, fuck it to hell. She will understand eventually.
I walk up to the bar and take the seat next to Rebel. “How’s it going, VP?” I ask.
“Good. Ari is coming home tomorrow. She will be on break for a week. Looking forward to that.”
“She driving?” Scratch pours me a bourbon. It’s nice that these prospects are getting used to me. They don’t have to ask me what I’ll have anymore.
He shakes his head. “Nope, gonna pick her up in the morning.”
I pat him on the back. “That’s cool, man. It will be good to see her again.”
“Yeah, she’s been so wrapped up with exams that I’ve hardly talked to her.”
Just then, Ice walks up. “Hey, you going to the spa thing tonight?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
He looks at me. “Be careful. I don’t know what they got going on there, but I have a feeling it may not be totally safe.”
“I got this. Trust me.”
He nods. “I do.” Scratch places a shot of Maker’s in front of Ice. He holds up the shot. “Good luck tonight,” he says and downs it, then slams the glass on the bar.
