Page 25 of Hard Corps (Selected Sinners MC 7)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Fall 2012, Wichita, Kansas, USA

I wiped my hands on my napkin, reached for my glass of tea, and took a slow drink as I studied her. I didn’t want to believe anything had changed while I was away, and I still hoped it had not, but I was prepared to find out. I needed to have her full attention when I spoke to her, so my manner of questioning her needed to be more formal than informal.

“Suzanne, we need to talk,” I said.

“Okay,” she said as she looked up from her plate.

I pressed my elbows onto the table and rested my chin in my hands. “So, while I was gone, did you and Steve ever become more than friends?”

Her eyes shifted downward slightly. “No.”

Bad question. Lead her into it Jacob, just like an interrogation.

“Explain your most intimate encounter with Steve,” I said.

“What? Why?” she asked.

“Some of the guys I ride with said they’ve been seeing you two together a lot,” I said flatly.

“We’re friends,” she responded.

I nodded my head. “I realize that. Entertain me. Explain your most intimate encounter with him.”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me this,” she said.

“Well, I am,” I responded.

“Our most intimate encounter,” she said.

“Well, you know, we met for coffee, and we met for dinner, just to talk while you were gone. He comforted me, Alec. He’s a great friend to us both. Uhhm, I’d say,” she paused, and her eyes immediately darted to my left side and slightly upward.

“Well, we hugged on several occasions, and he kissed me several times, but not kissed me, kissed me. You know, on the cheek,” she said.

She’s lying.

“What did he typically wear?” I asked.

“Wear?” she asked.

“Yes. What did he wear? You know, typically.” I asked.

“That’s a weird question,” she said.

Her eyes shifted to my right and upward. “Normally he wore his scrubs, but sometimes he wore jeans and a tee shirt. Mostly his boots. I can’t believe you’re asking me this.”

Well, that was truthful, at least.

I didn’t know to what degree they had been intimate, or if they even had, but I did know she was lying about their intimacy. To what degree she was lying would be hard to tell. As I sat and studied the woman I absolutely adored, my blood pressure increased with each tick of the second hand on my watch.

“He ever stick his cock in your mouth?” I asked.

She glared at me and her mouth went agape. “I can’t believe you asked me that.”

“And I’m not surprised you didn’t answer,” I said as I stood.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked as she stood and crossed her arms in front of her chest.