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Ronan shook his head, but he was smiling. Jett was too, enjoying the mental image of sharing a little adobo house with Tessa and Ronan. “You too, Rafe? What is it these days? The chatter around this motorcycle club is starting to sound like a soap opera.”
“Okay, I’ll say it like a biker. Are you taking your pussy with you when you split?”
“That’s better. The answer is: None of your fucking business.”
Jett couldn’t hide his irritation at Rafe’s question. “She’s a lot more than pussy, man.”
Rafe just chuckled, and his expression was knowing. “You two are the pussies. You got it bad.” He imitated a cracking whip.
“Just do what we’re paying you for,” muttered Jett as he got to his feet.
Rafe snorted. “You bought me a beer.”
“So earn it.” He half-glared at his friend, though he wasn’t really angry. He just didn’t like someone reducing Tessa to such simple, crude terms. He’d never been overly sensitive about it before.
“You’re feeling protective,” said Ronan as they walked away from Rafe.
He was unaccountably uncomfortable for feeling that way. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Kayla’s voice came into the office again. “I can hear you assholes loud and clear in here.”
Rafe blushed. “Damn. Caught out being bikers again.”
Jett patted him roughly on the shoulder. “That’s what we are, brother.” He moseyed back to Don’s motorcycle as Ronan returned to mentoring Kayla.
The next Saturday,Tessa got a call from Ronan.
“Can we buy you lunch?”
The sound of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure through her. “Well, hello, stranger. I wondered if you’d call again.”
“Well, I’m embarrassed to say it’s only partly for the pleasure of your company. There is someone we want you to meet. He’ll join us for a beer, then take off, and we can have the rest of the day.”
“This is all mysterious. What’s going on?”
“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone, and I think you need to hear the story directly from my source.”
“Your source?”
“So you can ask questions.”
Intrigued, and sensing that it was something he thought important, she agreed.
And so, when Ronan and Jett picked her up, sweeping her up into their sensual world again, she found herself dealing with a new set of questions and concerns. This relationship, if that’s what it was, had gotten complex quickly, and she hadn’t even sorted out the basic issues yet. She struggled with the fact that she wanted them so badly and wasn’t sure it was a good idea. She was concerned that she might be romanticizing them—if she was, maybe she wasn’t seeing clearly who they really were. She even had to wonder if her loneliness didn’t factor into how attractive, how sexually exciting, both men seemed.
They stopped at a small Mexican place she’d never known existed. Of course, they were in a part of the city she’d never spent much time in. It was down-market in what she’d considered a high-crime area.
The idea made her laugh—at herself. As she got off the bike, she was seeing the irony of worrying about being in a dangerous part of town, while riding with two bikers. They were the kind of men she was supposed to be worrying about running into, not the men she arrived with. So much for preconceptions.
The man the guys wanted her to meet was already there and waiting. “This is Rafe LaRue,” Jett said.
He was in his early twenties, with a lean, fit build, dark brown eyes, and dark olive skin. He had black, curly hair, and she spotted a mischievous gleam in his eye.
“I’m happy to meet the hot teacher. Clutch and Romeo have good taste.”
“Hot teacher?” She glanced at Ronan and then Jett, noting they both seemed nonplussed.
