But Rook had stayed. He even stayed while I was too busy throwing up. As much as I wanted to find it sweet, it made me more nervous about what he wanted from me.
I went back up to my room to get dressed before shaking Harper a little.
“I’m heading out for a bit. You good?”
“Mhhmm,” she mumbled, burying her head in the pillows.
I grabbed my bag, heading out to my car. I didn’t drive much, but I loved my car. The BMW M4 was wrapped in hot pink, and it was exactly what I had wanted. My dad had given it to me years ago when I graduated from high school, but I had rarely needed it at college. Then, when I came back, he had insisted on me getting driven everywhere, so I let it sit even longer.
But things had changed for me now. If I wanted to be in control of my life, getting in control of taking myself places would be an easy first step.
I headed into town first and then parked myself in front of Maverick Moto. The shop was already open for the day. I held the box of donuts in one hand, and my phone and keys in the other.
Mason grinned when I walked in. Aiden stood next to him with a grin on his face, too.
“Hey, there,” Mason said with a laugh. “Heard you had a great night.”
“Real great night,” Aiden said. “Are thosesorry for puking on youdonuts for Rook?”
“I did not puke on him!” I yelled, my eyes wide, hoping he was kidding.
They both reached over, trying to open the box. I smacked at their hands, their eyes going wide and mouths dropping open.
“After those comments, I don’t think you two deserve any donuts.”
“Aww, come one,” Mason said. “We’re hungover and forced to work today.”
They both pouted, waiting patiently for donuts. “We’re kidding, Regan. We thought it was funny that Rook was playing nursemaid all night.”
“I don’t like that either. Still no donuts.”
“Okay, how about Rook is all about you to the point he would rather hang out with you puking than go out riding? It’s a big deal. We get to make fun of him until he tries to kill us.”
Aiden reached out, waiting for me to hand him the box as he flashed that perfect smile. “You really think that sweet smile is going to get you a donut?”
“If you give me a donut, I won’t tell Rook how sweet you think my smile is,” Aiden said, laughing.
As if he heard us, Rook stepped out.
I couldn’t move, the heat spreading over me until my cheeks were hot and my thighs clenched. How did he still look good after a night of no sleep and taking care of me? His dark shirt clung to him and his jeans hung low on his hips. Two full arms of tattoos and ones creeping up his neck seemed to turn me on more, and I couldn’t believe I had been so nervous to spend the night with him that I got drunk instead of taking a chance at sleeping with him.
“Regan? What are you doing here?” he asked, coming around the counter to me. He immediately flipped open the lid to the donuts. “Delivery?”
I nodded, and he didn’t hesitate to grab one.
Aiden and Mason groaned. “We try to grab one and she wants to take an arm off. You take one and she’s fine. I see you’re picking favorites,” Mason said.
“Of course she’s picking favorites,” Rook said. “If you think you even had a chance to be the favorite, you need your asskicked.” He walked us out of earshot of the guys, leaving the box behind as he turned to me. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to apologize.”
“Apologize for what?”
“Um,” I said, looking around to see if anyone could hear us. “Getting so drunk that I couldn’t even handle getting myself to bed?”
He smiled, another true, genuine smile, and I wondered if my legs could give out just from that.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re allowed to have fun.”
