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My heart melts for a breath or two before it picks up speed.
My stomach flips when he shoots me a sexy grin. “Of course I got you pie. It’s the least I could do.”
Trying to get my body under control from the way I’m getting pulled under his spell is hard but I manage and mutter, “You just made it happen because you missed out on having a slice yourself.”
He places the box in front of me on the table and leans in right next to my ear to whisper, “I almost did miss out on having my slice but things are looking up now that I’ve made up my mind to have what was always mine to take.”
The sexual innuendo along with the practical verbal claim wrapping around me causes my breath to catch. I hate how he notices what his closeness and words do to me. I jump to my feet and am standing on the other side of the table in the blink of an eye.
“Do I need to remind you you’re not a biker anymore but the freaking sheriff? Cut the bullshit with the ‘taking what’s mine’ statement,” I scold. “You and I are here together for Kai to make sure he’s okay and taken care of.”
“Are you going to hide what your body is screaming at me?” he fires back.
I try to set fire to his hair with the laser look I’m pinning him with and snap, “It’s none of your business what my body is screaming. You detained me today and treated me like shit with your hurtful nonsense remarks over the past few weeks.”
“Are you going to hold it against me for the rest of our lives?” he grumbles. “But you gotta admit, it does make a nice story we can share with our grandkids one day.”
I can only gape at the man. The corner of his mouth twitches and he starts to roam around the kitchen to grab plates and forks along with a big knife to cut the pie, humming happy freaking birthday to me underneath his breath. All while I’m still contemplating what to do and how to handle this situation.
Should I give in and see where it leads?Probably naked and underneath him, my mind offers.
Shit.
Yeah, maybe it’s best to keep my distance and put Kai above anything else. With his biological mother returning the little man might have a lot to deal with if she’s come here to stir trouble. The thought makes me pause and it clears my head from all the ramblings about Calvin and I. Because…why did Elvira come back after all these years?
CHAPTER FOUR
– CALVIN –
“Are you getting the info?” Atticus’ voice slides through the air.
I have him on speaker and my phone is on my desk while I check my private email on my computer. It’s a good thing my office door is closed because a string of curses rips from my mouth.
“Ah, you got it. I’m sending a few guys over,” Atticus starts but I cut him off.
“There’s no need. Cassia has reached out to her president and I had Hudsyn and Ezra spending the night and this morning Cassia took Kai with her to the clubhouse where they’re going to spend the day. Those women discussed it in church and ten minutes ago I received a text from Cassia that I was to stay with her at her cabin on their ranch.”
“Sounds to me like Valorous Sally MC took you under their wing.” Atticus chuckles.
I log out of my private email and rub a hand over my face. “According to Cassia it’s because of the shit your MC has done for them in the past. As a favor to you since I was once a member. And dammit, I’m finally allowing myself to say ‘the hell with everything’ and get this woman and make her mine and then she throws in the towel and declares shit platonic. I can’t keep up with that woman. The whole time I’ve known her she’s gotten in my face and triggers me at every turn, getting right underneath my skin. Now I have my full focus on her and she shuts me down. I knew cuffing her wasn’t a good idea but she yanks my fucking chain every damn time.”
“You cuffed her?” Atticus’ voice is filled with shock and awe all rolled into one.
I release a deep sigh. “Let’s leave this discussion for another time and focus on the shit at hand.”
“Fisher left with Yuma and Rance to dive into the case of the accident that took her parents’ lives yesterday. It’s possible Elvira doesn’t know they’re dead or she knew beforehand and went out of town to create an alibi. I mean, what better way to have a solid one than showing up at a sheriff’s house, right? Somewhere she shouldn’t be on top of it. As of now her parents’ accident is ruled as an accident but when our gut tells us there’s something fishy going on there most times is.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Keep me posted.”
“Will do. So, no backup needed?” Atticus asks once more.
“Nope. I have my woman’s MC at our beck and call.”
“Your women, ’eh? If you were still wearing a cut I’d say I just heard a valid claim.” Atticus chuckles and he ends the call before I can so much as utter one word in reply.
Shit. It was a thought automatically sliding out of my head but it sounds damn perfect. Except, I’m not a biker anymore. I gave up my cut to bring my son back to the area I also grew up in and to fully focus on my boy without the heat the club might bring with all the crime solving and massive cases they work on.
Chasing serial killers is a whole different league than the cases landing on my lap as a small town sheriff. But fuck, I miss the MC life along with the ranch angle. I don’t even own a horse now and to be honest, I sadly don’t have the space to keep one either.
