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“I’m at…” I wasn’t sure if Greyson wanted people knowing I was there. A sour taste filled my mouth over the fact that I all of a sudden cared. “Have you heard anything from or about Tommy?”
“Nope. And I did some digging and saw the footage from the security cameras in that alley both you and Trigger were attacked in. Looks like the fuckers weren’t even prospects. They’re with a puppet club. A club who’s trying to become part of Devil’s Rejects.”
“Fuck.” It had been one thing I was never interested in. Sure, I let puppet clubs do our dirty work every now and again, but I never actually let them join. None of them were good enough. I had enough shit to deal with within my actual club. I didn’t need them adding to that mess. Clearly, I had been right when it came to the shady members in my club.
“Why didn’t you get rid of the members you didn’t trust, Tanner?”
“I don’t trust anyone, Rowan,” I reminded him. “You know that.”
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice taking on a softer tone than I was used to coming from him.
“I don’t know.”
“Fair enough. I appreciate your honesty.” He cleared his throat. “Listen, I have family stuff over the next few days.” Which meant that I wasn’t supposed to call him.
“I get the hint, Rowan.”
“Tanner, I’m not saying that you can’t call but—”
“I get it.” I hung up before the conversation could become even heavier. I wasn’t expecting it to sting when he said not to call. I guess we were closer than I thought.
Turning off the phone, I placed it on the nightstand when a knock sounded at the door.
“Tanner? It’s Bee.”
My dick jumped at her soft voice coming from the other side of the door. “Come in,” I bit out.
The door opened, revealing the only thing in this place that was keeping me from jumping off the edge and saying fuck it to everything.
“Hey.” Busy smiled, holding a plate out in front of her. “Are you hungry? I thought you might be. I don’t know when you ate last. I know one of the prospects keeps bringing you food, but I thought I would do it this time. I wasn’t sure how you’ve been feeling after the surgery and all. I know it’s been a week. Oh God, maybe you’re allergic to this stuff. I’m sorry. I should have asked you.”
I chuckled, when she finally took a breath. “I’m not allergic to anything.”
Her smile grew. “Okay. Good. And I’m sorry for rambling again.” Her cheeks reddened.
“What did I tell you?” I demanded, my voice coming out rougher than I would have liked.
She jumped.
Shit.
“Sorry.” I cleared my throat. “I just hate that you’re apologizing for something that’s a part of you.” I slid off the bed and went toward her. When I was close enough to touch her, I inhaled, smelling the scent of whatever it was that she put on her skin. “What is that?”
“What’s what?” she whispered.
“That smell.” I took another deep breath, a low rumble leaving from somewhere inside me.
Her cheeks reddened even more. “It’s vanilla and chai. My lotion.”
I leaned toward her, lightly brushing my nose down the length of her jaw to the shell of her ear. “You smell…” I paused. “So fucking good.”
She shivered. The only thing standing between us was the plate. But a little teasing couldn’t hurt.
The scent of her was sweet but not overpowering. The mixture of vanilla and chai, along with her natural scent, unleashed a wave of calm over me. The remnants from my nightmare was no longer there and the anxiety that came along with it, simmered to a dull roar. I lifted my hand, thankful that the shaking was no longer noticeable and took the plate from her. “Thank you.” I went back to the bed and sat, placing the plate in front of me.
“You’re welcome.”
When she went to leave, a thought came to me. “Wait.”
