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“No kidding.” I chuckled. “And how the hell did you know about me and Smoke? I thought it was a secret.”
“Dude.” Acid shook his head. “Cat’s out of the bag.”
“I think it’s great. What you’re doing,” Savage said.
“Doing?” I asked in confusion.
“Yeah, you’re caring for the elderly. It’s noble work.” His eyes twinkled with humor.
“You’re a dick,” Acid said to Savage.
“That he is,” Duke agreed. “We’ll get out of your hair and let you two have your business meeting.”
He grasped the back of Willa’s head and kissed her passionately, clearly not caring that they had an audience.
I quickly looked away and caught Savage’s gaze. He winked.
Duke pulled away from Willa and let her go.
“It’s a good thing you can’t get pregnant from a kiss,” Savage said as he slapped Duke on the back.
“Get out of here,” Willa said in exasperation. “Acid, keep him on a leash tonight. He’s liable to scare off his date.”
“I would if I could,” Acid said. “But Savage is…Savage.”
“That I am.”
The three bikers left the kitchen. Only when the front door closed did Willa look at me and say, “Sorry about that. Let’s talk.”
An hour later, I felt more confident about the direction of my business. And as with all things, it became clear it would evolve over time. Just as we were finishing up, there was a chorus of voices and heavy footsteps echoing throughout the house.
“Ah, the kids are home,” Willa joked.
I got up from the comfortable chair in her home office and followed her into the hallway.
“Why do we keep having this fight?” Waverly demanded, directing her attention to the tall, dark-haired young man who towered over her.
“Because you want to keep having this fight and I don’t,” he said. His tone was calm, but his hands were clenched at his sides.
“You’re being an idiot,” Waverly stated. “And I won’t let you do it.”
“You don’t have control over this. I do.”
Sailor stood by the staircase, looking like she wanted to be anywhere else.
“Hey,” Willa said. “What’s going on?”
“My boyfriend is throwing his future away,” Waverly said. “Maybe you can talk some sense into him.”
Waverly blew past me and Willa, marching down the hallway toward the kitchen. The back door slammed shut.
Sailor hurried after her.
“Dylan?” Willa prodded. “Are you okay?”
Dylan raked a hand through his dark hair. “You should talk to Waverly.”
Boy code for I’m not going to talk about this with you.
