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Staring out the window, I take in the giant man standing next to my car. I’ve seen him in town, and can tell by the leather vest that he wears he is part of Dead Demons, but I don’t know his name. He stares down at me with no emotion, and I stare back, unable to form a simple sentence. His presence intimidating as I try to get my words together.
“Hey,” Marley hollers through the speakers. Her voice bringing me out of my trance and my nerves calm as I watch the hulking giant cock his head to the side and smirk.
“Marley Bug?” His rough voice questions.
“Sure is,” she retorts. “Now be a gentleman and help my friend Bailey. She has an interview with Micah today.”
He chuckles at her instructions and leans into the window, his arms propped over his head, resting on the top door frame. “You sure are being bossy, Bug. And for the record, I’m always a gentleman. I always let the ladies go first.” Hoots and hollers come from behind him, and I sneak a peek behind him and see all the men walking closer.
“Joker, I swear to God. Do not try your form of anything on my friend.”
He leans closer as he looks me up and down, or as much as you can when you are still seated in a car. “She sure is pretty,” he counters.
“No,” is growled behind him at the same time Marley answers, “Leave her alone, she doesn’t need your kind of crazy.”
“Marley’s right,” Micah says as he takes over the spot where Joker once stood. “I got it from here, Bug.”
“Great,” she answers and then whispers, “good luck.” The call ends before I can say anything back.
“Well, if this isn’t embarrassing,” I mumble to myself.
“It’s fine,” Micah chuckles as he steps back from the car. “You ready?”
No, not really. “As much as I can be,” I answer. I take a moment to roll up my window, shut off the car and grab my purse and cell before I step out.
ChapterThree
Reaper
I had just given the guys a rundown on the intruder from this morning when a silver sedan pulled into the lot. From the front windshield, I could see that it was a woman pulling to the front of the garage where the office is located.
Most town folk know we are not open on Saturdays, but occasionally we have people stop by to see if we can take them or they are unaware that we are closed.
As a unit we walk to towards the vehicle, and watch as Joker heads to the parked car. He knocks on the window, but nothing happens. We listen over the engine when the phone in the car rings, and then I hear my sister’s distorted voice. I don’t think people realize how loud their conversations are when they are using blue tooth.
As the window rolls down, I take in the beauty sitting in the passenger seat. Bailey Philips. Her auburn hair is down around her shoulders, and her green eyes are huge as she looks up at Joker. Her eyes hold his in a mixture of fear and uncertainty, a direct punch to my gut.
I take a step forward, wanting to take the fear I see in her eyes away, and release the breath I was holding when I hear Marley more clearly with the window down. I slowly walk closer, my eyes on Bailey as her face goes back and forth with the conversation going on around her.
The fear in her eyes dissolves to confusion as Joker responds about always letting ladies go first. When my brothers laugh behind me, I turn my head in their direction and give them my best ‘fuck off’ look. A few raise their eyebrows in response, and I see the questions in their eyes.
“She sure is pretty,” Joker drawls.
“No,” I growl as I stand directly behind him.
He turns around, looks at me, and nods with a smirk as he steps aside. “Marley’s right,” I comment as I stare at Joker one last time. “I got it from here, Bug.”
“Great,” she answers and then whispers, “good luck,” to Bailey before abruptly hanging up.
“Well, if this isn’t embarrassing,” Bailey mumbles.
“It’s fine,” I answer with a smirk and step back from the car. “You ready?”
She takes a second and looks up. “As much as I can be.”
I wait as she gathers her things and then clench my hands as she steps out of her car. Her toes are a shade of purple and enclosed in gold sandals that strap above her ankle. Her pencil skirt and dress shirt are completely out of place here. But I don’t mind the view, and from the gasps behind me, neither do my brothers.
Mine.
