“He’ll probably just find a new hiding spot,” I pointed out, then bit my lips again at the horrified look the biker threw me.
He raked a hand through his hair. “Twenty-one socks. He’s ruined twenty-one of them. I keep having to buy more to replace them.”
Bolo’s lips twitched. “Seems to me like you’re blaming Norman when you don’t have proof yet. By the way, Dev, this is my brother Flir. Flir, my girl, Dev.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, holding my hand out.
Flir’s eyes dropped to my offered hand and there was a brief moment of hesitation before he took it and we shook.
I pulled my hand back, wondering what that had been about. Quickly, I glanced down at my own palm to see if there was any dirt or smudges on it. Nothing.
“Nice to meet you. I need to go track down a mutt.” With that he stalked off.
“Umm…”
“Don’t take offense,” Bolo told me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “Flir is a germaphobe. Shaking hands is hard for him.”
“Oh…okay.”
“Let’s get you upstairs before everyone realizes you’re here and bombards us. I want you to get that nap sooner rather than later.”
He led me to a large building and we stepped onto an elevator inside. There were three floors. The elevator stopped at the top and he led me down the hall and then opened the door for me. He was carrying my bag over his shoulder and the grocery bag in one arm. He waited for me to enter first.
I clutched my purse to my chest and looked around, eyes wide. “This is so nice.” It was far nicer than my shoe box apartment, that was for sure.
“Thanks. We just finished getting them built not long ago.”
“This is…where your clubhouse is?”
He went over to the window and pointed at another building close by. “Clubhouse is over there. This is for our families. It has a gym and a pool. I’ll give you a tour later.”
I shook my head, impressed. I followed him into the master bedroom and stopped. “I’m not taking your room.”
He looked over his shoulder at me. “I was hoping you’d stay in here with me.” I just gave him a flat look and he grinned. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
He turned and I followed him into the next room. It was nearly as big as his was. He set my bag on the bed, then started unloading the bag of medications and blood pressure cuffs—he’d bought four different brands, two wrist cuffs and two that went around the bicep—into the bathroom. The BP monitors he brought into the bedroom and set on the nightstand.
“Shower’s in there. There’s towels and…stuff…already in there.”
“Thank you.”
“Want me to tuck you in?” He gave me a charming, slightly hopeful smile.
“No,” I said with a laugh, “but thanks.”
“Get some rest. We’ll have dinner with the rest of the club sometime this week. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, I don’t mind. I just don’t want anyone to go to the trouble-”
“It’s no trouble, Dev. They’re excited to meet you.” His eyes roved over me, then he turned to the door. “I’ll be in the living room. Just holler if you need anything.”
“Okay.” I sat down on the bed as he left. My mind was spinning. I’d already taken some of the meds to help with my fever on the drive over, but I was exhausted from the trip to the doctor and the shopping after. He’d offered to let me stay in the vehicle, but I’d needed to pick up my prescription anyway. My eyes were heavy now that I was sitting inside a cool dim room. I wanted to change and take a shower, but I was just too worn out.
Kicking my shoes off, I slipped between the cool sheets and laid down on my side. My phone was on the bed next to me and it buzzed. Picking it up, I frowned when I saw that Shay had sent me a video from her favorite social media app. I clicked on it.
I couldn’t help the small laugh as I watched Audrey use her key to get into my apartment. She was talking to her followers. “I have a lunch date in about forty-five minutes and nothing I own is enough to wow this guy. So, I’m breaking into my sister’s apartment because her clothes are way better than mine.”
This wasn’t unusual behavior from her, or any of my sisters, so I was completely unbothered by it. Sophie usually ended up feeding us at least once a week, Mom and Dad often did too, and Vivian had the best shoe collection. It was share and share alike between us. Or at least steal and steal alike.
