“Cocky little prick,” Hawk said. “Get your shit together if you’re taking Sunny to the safe house. Clover won’t be going with you. At least she’s still a daddy’s girl.” He grumbled.
“So is Sunshine.” Seb nearly walked into Hawk when he abruptly stopped and switched around, pinning him with a death stare. “Yes, she fuckingis. You remember that when those paws get horny.”
Once again, Seb fought against grinning, assuming Hawk would take it like a red rag and put his face into next week. He couldn’t be sure, but he might have just had a semi-somewhat-maybe sign of approval from his future father-in-law. But he wasn’t going to ask for an assurance. Seb knew when to keep his mouth shut.
When they entered the central area, he caught his dad’s eyes first, and Preacher jutted his chin as if to ask if everything was okay. He gave a subtle thumbs up, and Preacher answered it with a mouthed “fuck yeah.” And a wide grin.
Next, he saw Sunny, her eyes wide with worry. She hopped off the bar stool, heading toward him, then stopped.
That’s right, sunbeam, listen to your instincts. Come to me.He winked to tell her everything was okay, but she scowled in return. Sulky sunbeam.
“You need to pack a bag for a few days, Sunshine.” He called out, letting everyone hear as he turned on his feet. “We’re heading to the safe house.”
“What?” she shrieked. “I think not.”
He stopped in the middle of the floor. Everyone watched them as he pointed his finger at the girl of his dreams.
“You’ll do as you’re told, Sunshine Hawk, or everyone will watch me throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. Don’t pack too much stuff, we’re going on my bike. That means no twenty pairs of shoes. We’re hiding out, not going to Monaco.”
He figured getting her riled up over dumb shit like packing too many pretty things would focus her mind elsewhere instead of reminding her she’d be alone with him.
And it worked when she narrowed her pretty eyes and popped out her skinny hip.
“I’ll bring two hundred pairs of shoes and fifty sunhats! You’ll have to carry them like a packhorse, Sebastian Priest. Ha! How about that?”
“Perfect.” He winked. “Five minutes, Sunny, don’t keep me waiting.”
He walked away as she yelled insults, but he just smiled because she was talking to him.
He was one step closer to getting his girl back, and he felt some of the tight fist around his heart getting slacker.
TEN
Sunshine
It was all so hectic that Sunny felt like she’d aged a decade since yesterday.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” She asked Clover, who was sitting sulkily with her shoulders curled in.
“And what? We all ride on Seb’s bike?”
“He’d take the truck instead.”
“No, I’m staying with Mom and Dad. I don’t want to see yet another Priest boy mooning over you.”
Frowning, she stopped shoving little tank tops into a backpack. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Like you don’t know.”
“I don’t. That’s the purpose of asking. Are you going to explain?”
Her sister gave her a moody stare. “Figure it out foryourself.”
Confused, she finished packing. “What’s with you lately? I know this isn’t ideal, but you know Dad will get it sorted, and things can go back to normal.”
“Until the next time and the next time. It’s always something. I was having a good time, and then he showed up to get me, and now we’re locked up like animals.”
“Hardly. It’s called keeping our family safe. Try to be a bit more understanding, Clover. I know you don’t like change…”
