“Any news?” She asked Scarlett, who shook her head.
Sometime later, the biker-in-training came back carrying holders of takeout coffee. Ryan fished out two and prowled over.
Lisa held her breath as he handed one to Nina, and then, bold as you like, the brat sat next to Lisa. Thigh to thigh, holding out the coffee cup to her.
“It’s extra sweet.” He rasped.
At her other side, she heard Nina tittering. Lisa was absolutely going to throw her out of a fifth-floor window.
“Thank you,” she told him. Their fingers brushed, and electricity shot up Lisa’s arms. Had to be static, she surmised. It couldn’t be the good-smelling man almost sitting in her lap as he man-spread his legs in front of him.
“Are you hungry? I can send Dillion out for food.”
Another titter from Nina and Lisa gave her a slight nudge from her leg to hush her teasing mouth.
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t ask me if I’m hungry.” Chimed Nina.
“You’re too outspoken to keep quiet when you’re feeling hungry. You and the old ladies haven’t corrupted your friend enough yet to be as mouthy.” Answered a smirking Ryan, and when Lisa turned her head, he winked at her.
That’s how they stayed for the next, however long.
Lisa’s behind was numb by the time Chains came out and let them know he had a daughter, Josephine Shaye, a healthy eight pounds. He stayed long enough to catch bro hugs from his buddies, then got back to Monroe.
After a quick visit, the crowd dispersed.
“I’m going to the club to meet Tomb. Do you want to come along, babe? Then we’ll drop you at home?”
“I can get a cab,” Lisa told Nina.
“I’ve got the truck outside; I’ll take you home,” commented Ryan, coming up behind Lisa, far too close; she could feel his body heat. Before Lisa could reject that terrible idea, he took her forearm. “Let’s head out; I’m starving.”
Lisa’s eyes switched to Nina, as if asking for help. But her friend only smiled and told Splice not to speed.
When they got to her house, Lisa was pretty worn out from waiting and was about to thank Ryan, but he’d already gotten out and walked around to open the truck door.
“Invite me in, sweetheart.”
Invite him in?
To her house? Like he was a vampire!
Her mind quickly itemized what state she’d left the house in this morning. Okay, it was presentable for guests, so she shrugged and walked off ahead of him.
“You can come in but be quiet. I’m so tired. Who knew sitting for hours would be exhausting?”
“Mm,” he chuckled, too close to her back as she unlocked the door. “I had a great time. Let’s get in, sweetheart. I’ll cook.”
He’ll cook. Those were some magic words to Lisa’s ears.
So, she opened the door, turned off the house alarm, and told Ryan to come in.
It felt like a full-circle moment, knowing he was in her home again, more than a decade later.
FIFTEEN
Splice
