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“Sure. She and Fiona should be more careful about what they say in the sunroom with the windows open. Jimbo often lurks around there.”
“What do they talk about?”
“About their old home mostly. Sometimes, though, when they think Jimbo and Larry are out in town, they’ll gossip about you.”
Frowning, I shake my head. “Don’t tell me anything that’ll make me feel weird.”
“Apparently, you have a great dick,” Hobo announces, chuckling at how I scoot away from him. “Irina also likes your eyes.”
“Why?”
Hobo leans closer and studies me. “They are definitely hypnotic. I feel you tugging at me right now.”
Grunting at his bullshit, I don’t push back. Hobo’s never been good at censoring himself, and his honesty is why I trust him so much.
As we sit outside, I consider my club brother’s recent haircut and beard trim. I even heard he went to the dentist and got himself implants. That shit all happened recently. He’s spent more than a decade living like a wild man, barely bathing and never brushing his thick head of hair. Now, suddenly, he wants to look his best.
Suspicious, I ask, “Are you into Irina?”
“Into? Like do I have a crush on her in the way you and Jimbo do?”
Ignoring how he lumped me in with that rich asshole, I point out, “She’s a beautiful woman.”
“Yeah. She sure can class up a pair of sweats.”
“So, youareinto her.”
“Noticing beauty doesn’t mean I want to snuggle with it. What would I do with a girlfriend anyway?”
Shrugging, I don’t know how to answer. Hobo’s like me in that he keeps most people at a distance. He does fake a friendly disposition better than I do.
When I don’t say anything, Hobo sighs. “She came around every week for two months. That’s girlfriend-boyfriend stuff right there, Eagle.”
“We just hook up, and she leaves.”
“Do you want more?”
“Sure.”
“So does she.”
“Then why won’t she stay?” I grumble, feeling like I’m suffering withdrawal without her.
“I don’t know. They don’t take questions during their gossip sessions.”
Frowning at his teasing, I mutter, “What do you know, then?”
“From what I figure, Irina’s wrapped up her identity in Fiona’s survival. If she could walk away from that responsibility, I suspect she’d have already staked her claim on you. But I also think she’s aware of how the club and the Rogers family don’t get along. But I’m mostly just guessing,” he says and stands. “I only get snippets of what people are thinking.”
Though Hobo doesn’t stick around to give me more advice, his words stick with me over the next two weeks. Each Friday, I hope to see Irina, but she never shows. I guess that makes sense. The Rogers estate would be locked down in a way it hadn’t been before Marky’s brains were blown out.
I promise myself to finally ask my questions if she shows up tonight. No more games. I’m getting something from Irina besides her body. My heart demand more.Hell, I want everything.
That’s why I worry I’ll back down once again. No matter how much I pretend I can control my heart, Irina is mine, and I can’t walk away.
