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He rolled his eyes, shoving my shoulder lightly. “Shut up. You headed to work?”
“Yep.” I jerked my thumb over my shoulder towards the bikers behind me. “I’ve got the assessment on their clubhouse, remember?”
“You remember our deal, right?”
I gave him a thumbs up and headed out of the community center after Tyson gave Clink his number and told him to call so they could run through some ideas on getting him sober together. Clink didn’t seem interested in sticking around, and he followed me out, with Reaper scowling behind him.
Clink and Reaper’s bikes were parked nearby, but they followed me to my truck instead. When I frowned at them, Reaper spoke.
“Just making sure you get to your truck safely. It’d be a fucking pain in the ass to find a new electrician we can trust right now.”
I made a face, scrunching up my nose. “Uh, thanks?”
He nodded and loped away to his bike while Clink waited by the door as I tossed my stuff into the passenger seat. He looked inside curiously, but I didn’t miss his grimace.
“What’s with the face?”
“Can’t stand cages. I prefer the wind on my face.”
I looked between him and his bike. “You don't wear a helmet?”
CHAPTER 11
SAM
He cackled at me as he walked away, like the idea of wearing a helmet was the most ridiculous thing on the planet. You’d think someone who cared enough to get sober would care enough to put on something to stop their brain from splattering all over the payment during a crash. Neither of them even wore a leather jacket or something for protection. I watched them after climbing in the driver’s seat, frowning. Clink had on an old band t-shirt with his leather vest, jeans, and boots. Yes, he looked like a biker, but he had absolutely no protection if he was in an accident. All that skin exposed would be ripped to shreds.
I shouldn’t have been focusing on his skin. He was off limits. I don’t date. It opens up the chance for heartbreak, and I didn't think I could go through that twice. I couldn’t think about the lean muscles of his arms or the way his shirt was tight across his chest, even with the loose fit everywhere else. It was obvious he was trim, probably without an ounce of body fat. I wasn’t going to think about that either.
The drive to the clubhouse was a task and a half because I kept looking out the rearview mirror at the two men behind me. I had like a million questions. Like why someone who was in a group that notoriously dealt drugs was looking to get sober. Or why anyone in the club even cared one way or another. Was it a personal thing, or a club thing? Were the rumors about them wrong?
My mind wandered the entire way there, so I drove mostly on autopilot, only half listening to the directions on my GPS. When I pulled up in front of the clubhouse, the two guys behind me finally broke away, pulling into the parking lot off to one side instead. I took a second to bolster myself and clear my head before grabbing my gear and hopping out of my truck.
“Jesus. You need a ladder to get into that thing?”
Spinning around, I frowned at the speaker. Another biker, this one with brown hair and green eyes, his arm tossed casually around a blonde woman’s shoulders. They both watched me curiously. I glanced behind me at my truck and back at them.
“Uh, no. There’s a step right there,” I replied, pointing to it.
The woman snorted, stepping away from her man to offer me a handshake. “I’m Allie. You’re the electrician, right?”
I nodded. “Sam. Are you like… a member or something?”
That made her man chuckle, and she rolled her eyes. “No. It’s a boy’s club, no girls allowed. I’m Knox’s old lady.” She tipped her head toward the biker behind her, who pulled her back under his arm as he joined us. She didn’t seem to mind the possessive gesture, though she did stiffen when Clink and Reaper came up from behind my truck. Her glare was locked on Reaper. She must be brave as hell to glare at that man.
“Hey, Trouble! What are you doin’ out here?” Clink called with a grin.
She shifted her glare onto Clink for a moment before a calculating look crossed her face. Suddenly the tension left her and she lifted a shoulder casually, leaning against Knox’s side.
“Spending time with my ol’ man. What about you?”
Clink’s eyebrows went up. He’d obviously been expecting her to get mad, and her relaxed response took him off guard. A grin split across his face, but before he could say anything, Reaper interrupted him.
“You’re supposed to be on lockdown,” he seethed.
Allie’s attention swung to Reaper, and her eyes narrowed. I got the feeling Knox’s grip around her neck was more to keep her in the spot beside him than a show of possession, because he tightened it slightly when she clenched her fists at her side. He answered for her, locking eyes with Reaper.
“Took her to the range. I wanted to see if what happened when we got back was dumb luck or not. She’s been asking for her weapon back.”
