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“You’re awful quiet,” Lucky says when he catches me staring into space. “What’s on your mind, man?”
I shrug. “Nothing. Everything.”
Lucky laughs. “Willow?”
I quirk an eyebrow in his direction. “That obvious?”
“Just because she only has eyes for you. She’s not one of thoseany biker will dokind of chicks. Ya know?”
I nod. That’s the other problem, I know she wants me as bad as I want her, and despite my best efforts, I keep opening up to her. Keep telling her shit that women in my life don’t get to know. And that’s mostly because I don’t keep women in my life.
I give him a noncommittal shrug. “She’s hot, and she’s fun.”
But I can tell I’m not fooling anyone. Lucky keeps poking the bear. “She’s more than that,” he insists. “But if you want to be a dumbass and let her slip through your fingers, I’m sure someone else will scoop her up real quick.”
“Real quick,” Diesel grunts under his breath.
“Hey,” I shout with a laugh. “Who the fuck asked you?”
“Nobody, but I got eyes, don’t I?”
I don’t like the feeling in my gut at the thought of Willow being scooped up by anybody but me. Truth be told, I don’t even want these fuckerslookingat her. She’s mine, and that doesn’t change just because I have no fucking clue what to do with her yet.
Now isn’t the time to be thinking about making anyone my ol’ lady, not in the middle of a war with a psychopath who gets off on torturing women. “Now isn’t the time.”
Lucky laughs. “I know there will never be a good time for a woman like that. You could be dead tomorrow, and you’ll have only had what, a week with her?”
That stings, but it doesn’t answer any questions. Now I’m in a stare-down with Lucky. “And how will that change anything?” I say a little more defensive than I mean.
Lucky doesn’t take my act seriously. He just smiles over at his brother. “Can you believe this guy got patched before me when he’s braindead?”
He laughs at my expense, and I’m not even pissed because I really want the fucking answer.
“Listen, Joaquin, right now she’s a fuck buddy because you haven’t said or done anything to make her yours, right?”
I nod.
“Then you’re just fucking around. If I were in your shoes, I’d want it all right now for as long as I can get it because who knows what the fuck tomorrow will bring. Feel me?”
I did feel him, goddammit. “So you’re saying I should say something?”
Diesel grunts. “He’s saying shit or get off the pot, man.”
Lucky and I laugh out loud at Diesel’s gruff words. An image of Willow’s smile flashes across my mind. “I’m sure those eloquent words of romance will go over really well with her.”
Lucky waves me off. “Chicks prefer the words no matter how they come out. Willow knows you. She ain’t expecting fucking Shakespeare.” He freezes, and his eyes go wide with a question. “Unless you quote that flowery shit to her when you two are alone?”
I roll my eyes with another laugh even though I know what he’s saying, and he’s right. Still, I can only focus on a few things at a time, and right now, the MC needs me more than Willow needs me to define our relationship.
The bell sounds in front of the shop once and then twice. I frown at the third chime of the bell because someone’s supposed to be up front dealing with the customers, and it sure as shit isn’t me. But the fourth chime gets me to my feet, wiping engine gunk off my hands as I push through to the customer area.
“Welcome to Ace Mot—,” I begin. Then the words die on my lips at the sight of Doherty and the chick beside him, who is most definitely law enforcement.
“Doherty,” I say, nodding.
He nods back. “Joaquin. Looks like the lot is full.” He keeps his tone friendly, trying to make me less nervous, I guess, but it doesn't work.
“Busy around here,” I say and push open the door to the repair bays. “Lucky, grab Ace and Dix. Doherty is here. With company.” I turn back to them and sigh. “What’s up?”
