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His voice propels me out of the memory I was reliving and thrusts me back into the present.
In Nana Jo's kitchen with two very tall, very intense, very attractive men.
Bane shrugs Nova's hand off his shoulder, never taking his gaze from mine. I blink a few times and swallow down all those pesky lusty feelings the memories of that night bring up.
He must read something in my eyes because he offers me a small nod and steps back. “I'll be in the garage.”
“Okay.” I don't know what else to say. Because honestly, what the the hell is happening right now?
Not that I'm not eternally grateful for the help here, but there's tension between them that I wasn't expecting considering they're cousins. And work together.
But I'm struggling a little to make sense of it all. How could they both feel so familiar, yet remain strangers all the same?
I take a deep breath and try to shake off the awkwardness of maybe having a moment with Bane while Nova was three feet away.
This day has been a series of weird turns, and it's not even halfway over.
Bane turns around and heads toward the door to the garage without another word. Before he can leave, Nova calls his name. Bane stops but he doesn't turn around, tension holding his back ramrod straight.
“Check your phone, man. Prez has been trying to get ahold of you. He sent me to find you, so I wouldn’t make him wait too long. You know how he gets,” Nova says.
Bane nods, and I watch him pull his phone out of his pocket a second before he disappears into the garage. I switch my focus to Nova and try to shake the feeling that I'm missing something.
He's watching me closely, his gaze searching my face forsomething. I'm not sure what he's looking for, but I can feel my cheeks heat under his perusal.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice gruff and low.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak when my mind is in a freefall. It's spinning with all the possibilities of what this could mean.
For me, for them, for us.
I haven't known Nova long, but I understand enough to realize that he's not an idiot. He definitely picked up on the moment between Bane and I.
But I have no idea where that leaves us. Does he care? Is he jealous? Does he not want to see me again? Am I spiraling for no reason?
I don't ask any of these questions though. I take the easy way out and focus on the other thing he said.
I clear my throat and glance to the left. “I'm fine. So, uh, your president?” I ask before I rip off a piece of my doughnut and take a small bite. I admit, I'm curious about the inner workings of their motorcycle club. Namely how it compares to my very limited understanding that's most definitely based on fiction.
“Aye, that's part of why I came over.” He's still serious, looking at me like I might disappear if he takes his eyes off of me for even a second.
“You mean you didn't want to spend your day helping me clean out magazines from the early two-thousands?” I tease, smiling at him and shaking my head a little.
He steps in close to me, and my body mirrors his without thought. “I would gladly spend all my days with you, sweetheart. Helping you clean out this house or otherwise.”
I'm not sure if he's laying on the charm thick or if he's serious, but mostly, I'm relieved that he isn't ditching me and running out the front door.
“But unfortunately, I have to rain check our date tonight.”
Okay, I guess I spoke too soon.
Disappointment sours the chocolatey treat in my stomach, and my shoulders hitch toward my ears a little. I force myself to smile, even if it feels a little off. I decide to give him an out.
“Don't worry, I understand.” I wave a hand in the air, the one still clutching my doughnut, and take a small step back.
His brows cave in and he eliminates the space I just created. “No, I don't think you do. When Prez says jump, we don't even ask how high. We just fucking leap.”
His gaze ping-pongs between my eyes, searching for some kind of understanding. I don't know what he finds because don't really get how everything works. Yet. But I 'm a fast learner.
