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Lucy snickers next to me when Stacia turns on her heel, flips her bottle-blonde extensions over her shoulders, and walks out of the room without sparing either of us another glance.
As soon as the door closes, Lucy and I collapse onto one of the beds and start giggling like schoolgirls. It feels good to laugh through this clusterfuck of a situation.
“Damn, friend, what got into you? That bitch practically peed on him in front of us, and you were having none of it.” She continues laughing as I let out a groan.
“I feel kind of bad. What if that’s his girlfriend?”
“I believe bikers call them old ladies,” Lucy replies, scrunching up her nose. “But I don’t think she’s either, if his reaction is anything to go by. He couldn’t get her hands off him fast enough.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I shake my head. “I’m literally the last person he should even consider having any type of relationship with.”
“Woah, girl. What the fuck? Who was talking about a relationship?” Lucy squints her eyes and cocks her head to the side. “What was all that about a nickname earlier?” she asks, suspicion lacing her tone.
“Nothing.” I wave my hand at her, rolling my eyes. “It was something he did last night.”
“When last night?”
“Jesus, what’s with the third degree?” I laugh to try to cover my frayed nerves, but it’s no use. Lucy has known me long enough and well enough to see through my bullshit.
Lucy stays silent, staring at me as though she has the power to read my mind or get me to spill the beans with that look alone.
Oh, who am I kidding? She totally does.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was going to sit by the pool for a bit to clear my head. Linc was out there, and we talked for a while.”
“And by talked, you mean...”
“Talked. Then he decided to try out a couple nicknames that were absolutely terrible.” I smile, remembering his failed attempts.
“Okay, what’s that look?” Lucy asks, pointing at my face.
“What look? There’s no look.”
“Oh no, you don’t. You had one of those dreamy looks in your eyes. Are you catching feelings for the biker?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I decide to be as honest as possible.
“Maybe. No. Ugh, I don’t know.” I look at Lucy, who has an ‘I told you so’ smile on her face.
“It’s a little more complicated than a simple crush on a guy I met in a bar, don’t you think?”
Lucy tilts her head back and forth before blowing out a breath.
“Yes, but all of this will be over soon. Then you two can see where anything between you can go. I mean, it’s not like any guy in the five years I’ve known you has caught your eye. And I’ve definitely never seen you this flustered over any man.”
“Assuming we make it out of this without him hating me. You heard him at the bar. One of the top guys in the Irish mob is Jace’s cousin, and I happen to have information on said cousin, who also has dealings with Linc’s MC. Information I’m sure I shouldn’t know and could probably get me killed. And once again, I’m putting Linc, and now his entire club, in the middle of my mess.” I scrub my hands over my face and peer at Lucy through my fingers.
“What part of that screams, now’s a good time to explore feelings with someone who spent time in prison for beating the hell out of the ex who used to beat the hell out of me?”
“Well, when you put it like that.” Lucy laughs as I smack her on the side of the head with the thin-as-hell pillow Stacia laid on the bed for us.
“Regardless of whether or not you have any intention of pursuing anything with the hot biker next door, I loved seeing you put that bitch in her place,” Lucy says, referring to the blonde harpy.
“There was just something about the way she pawed at him, then looked at me like I was the dirt on the bottom of her stripper heels that didn’t sit well.”
“There was nothing about that girl that sat right with me,” Lucy replies with an exaggerated full-body shiver.
“It doesn’t matter. Linc isn’t mine and never will be. As soon as they figure out the shit I’ve been keeping from them, the entire club will want us gone… including Linc.”
