“Because your husband was looking out for Tatum, and we don’t forget things like that.” He nods his head before turning back around and looking at me. “It’s the least I can do.”
“Ok…” She trails off like she’s thinking about something, but Zane and I walk back through the parking lot. “Wait!” She whispers out the gasp. “You guys weren’t there by chance, were you?”
I hear him chuckle before he looks back at her for a second, but continues to walk.
“What’s she talking about?” I ask him as he walks over with me to the car.
“Nothing, psycho. Don’t worry about it.” He laughs as he walks me over to the car, opening the door.
“Zane.” I tilt my head, looking at him as he shuts the door. I watch him as he walks around the car and slides into the driver’s seat. “You already have people watching out for them, don’t you?”
He’s still smirking. I’m not sure if it’s from how the trial ended. He just glances over at me and I don’t need him to answer me to know what he’s thinking.
“Why?”
“Darren said as much. I could just tell, so I asked Jag to check on her from time to time.”
“So, what happened?”
“Baby, how would I know? I’ve been in prison for the last 6 months.” A grin spreads across his face as he leans over the center console and kisses me once again. “And speaking of which, I have really missed you.” He whispers as his hand comes across, skirting its way between my thighs, pushing upwards between them.
“We can’t fuck in the truck in the middle of the courthouse parking lot.” I laugh out.
“I mean, we could we both know how much you like that, but I don’t think the news really needs all of that, do they?”
I just look back over at him as I shake my head.
He backs out of the parking spot and I just now notice all the camera crews which are trying to look at the truck as we pass. I have never been more glad for Zane’s tinted windows.
“I do have an idea for a place, though.”
“And where would that be?”
An evil smirk spreads across his face as he drives in the opposite direction of the clubhouse.
He pulls the truck into the neighborhood, amusing me, and shake my head.
“No.”
“Oh, come on, just one last fuck you.”
“Zane.” I look over at him and just shake my head.
“I mean, I had Spyder check, and technically, your name is still on the mortgage, and you still have a key, right?”
I nod my head. “You’re sick.”
“And you love me for it.” He laughs again.
“You’re right, I do.” I shake my head again as I reach down to my purse, pulling out my keys and moving up to the door. “What if he’s already made bail?”
“He hasn’t.” He calls from behind me.
“How do you know?”
“Because I’m that good.” He laughs as his voice grows closer to me. His hand coming out and cupping my ass as we close in the distance to the door. He pulls me back just as he had done in the parking lot, his right hand coming up and gripping my face, and he kisses me.
It’s dark in the parking lot as we roll to a stop in the SUV. Zeke looks at me from the driver’s seat, nodding his head.
