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“And if they are?”
“Then the Sentry ladies get what you need and leave the bag in a spot where we can collect it.”
She pushed out another sigh. He studied the luminous blue eyes that flashed whenever she geared up to argue with him. To his disappointment, she just skirted around him and walked to the door.
“Hold up a second. Let me go out first.”
She rolled those beautiful eyes heavenward. “Is the guy who knows my brother witnessed that murder standing out in the hallway now?”
He shrugged, feeling the leather shift on his shoulders. “You never know.” With that, he pushed open the door and caught her by the hand as he stepped out. The smell of cigarette smoke, booze and pussy soured his stomach, but it seemed the party was over and he could safely sweep Wren out of the clubhouse without anybody asking questions.
In the parking lot, he handed her the helmet again. “Which home do you work at?”
“The Spring Valley Nursing Facility.” When she had it strapped on and was seated on the back of his Harley, he started the engine and rolled onto the road leading to the home where she worked.
During the drive, he swung his gaze left and right, on the lookout for any cars gunning for him on top of his regular awareness as a motorcyclist. Spring Valley was a step up from East Canon where the Sentry headquarters was located. The general filth and poverty with a side helping of despair were absent on this section of road leading to the nursing home.
Small trees lined the sidewalks and they passed a park with a playground. Later in the day, he’d see moms and small kids gathered around the swings and a spiral sliding board. A strip of small trees with rounded tops adorned the median. A few pedestrians lingered outside a coffee shop that had fantastic cinnamon rolls. Sometime maybe he’d take Wren there for one.
The thought of her licking frosting off her plump lips had his cock stretching against his fly.
Waking with her beside him in bed had been amazing. He still couldn’t believe he’d slipped and let go like that with her especially while on an op. But the way she’d begged him to lay claim to her sweet body made it impossible for him to walk away.
And if she begged again? He’d give in. Only this time, he was pushing into her from behind just to feel his balls against the tight globes of her ass.
As he passed the cemetery where they’d unloaded drugs into mausoleums, he turned his head, looking for the landscaper trucks. Only one sat at the end of the lot, looking abandoned.
A decoy to throw off the police or anybody else looking too hard. He—and now Sentry—knew better. They were on to the Disciples, and it was only a matter of time before they nailed the bastards down and locked them all behind bars.
When they approached the sprawling brick building of the nursing home, Wren tightened her hold on his middle. He drove into the parking lot and cut the engine.
She climbed off the bike, thigh rubbing against his and sending a sharp pang through his groin again. She passed him the helmet, and he cradled it against his chest.
“What time do you get off?”
“Three.”
“Be out front. I’ll pick you up at 3:01.”
He would have missed the way her jaw set if he hadn’t been watching her so closely.
“I’m not staying with you.”
“Bless your heart for thinking you can get out of it.”
“Bless your heart? I thought people only say that in the South.”
He leveled a look at her that lasted several heartbeats.
“I can’t believe I slept with a man that says bless your heart,” she muttered.
Caught off guard, he laughed. “While you slept, I programmed my number into your phone.”
Her jaw dropped. “You—”
Reaching out, he settled a fingertip under the tiny point of her chin and snapped her jaw shut. She jerked her head away.
“You take an awful lot of liberties.”
