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“Honey, Brandon and Zak had to get the guns out of here.”
“But they were here!”
“Yes, they were here,” Zak said, willing to admit the fact.
“So it’s true,” she said quietly. “All of you were in the gun business?”
Dallas and Zak swapped a quick glance.
“Don’t answer that. I can see the truth all over your faces.” She hurried to pass them, but Dallas stepped in front of her. “Move, Dallas.”
“No, you hang on there a second. I understand you’re upset. I get that. What I don’t get is why you would take this out on Zak now when this town has been crawling with rumors for decades. You didn’t enter into an association with this family without knowing about the rumors at our backs.”
“He’s right. What’s this really about?” Zak asked, cocking his head to the side. “Sub, answer me.”
Her skin turned pink and her eyes widened. “Don’t you do that.” She shook her finger at him. “Don’t you play Dom-sub with me when I’m here to talk to you about a serious problem.”
“You think I’m playing?” Zak stalked her then.
Dallas grunted. “You got the wrong brother there, sweetheart.”
“I want answers,” she said.
“And I’ll be happy to give them to you, right after you have time to calm down and sit in time out long enough to think about how you approached us with this accusation.”
“Sit in time out?” Her voice was elevated.
To make matters worse, Dallas laughed.
“And you think this is funny?”
“Fucking hilarious,” he said, now not even trying to hide his amusement.
“Come here.” Zak grabbed her hand and pulled her in the tack room. Once there, he pointed at an old Army trunk. “Have a seat right there.”
“And what? Twiddle my thumbs?”
Zak’s lips twitched. Oh how he was tempted to give her more than a mouthful. Instead, he slammed the door and locked it from the outside. “Sit in there and behave. When you’re ready to talk without throwing around accusations, let me know.”
“I will not date a criminal!” she screamed.
“Funny you should mention that because I was thinking the same thing!”
Chapter Thirteen
She’d taken her punishment, cleared the air, and driven straight home. She was still pissed at midnight when Zak had tried to call her but it didn’t help matters. Pissed was one surefire way to spend an otherwise perfect evening all alone.
Drina blamed herself for jumping to conclusions but she also blamed Gemma for planting that seed of doubt in her head. She knew Zak. She felt like she could already read Dallas well enough to believe she knew him as well.
Still, she’d doubted them. And that doubt had led them into a first and second fight, and she couldn’t stand to be at odds with them.
She was about to go upstairs and call it a night when she saw headlights in the driveway. Peering out the window, she halfway expected Gemma to come teetering up the sidewalk, but to her surprise, it was a much better midnight visitor—or two.
By the time they reached the porch, Drina was standing with the door open and her back against it. “Thought you were planning to talk to me tomorrow?”
Zak paraded by her. That male testosterone was pumping about as much as her rage had been when she’d misconstrued the whole gun ordeal earlier that day.
Dallas kissed her on the cheek. “We didn’t want you staying here by yourself.”
