Page 26 of Necessary Evil

“She’s going to love that.”

“You get to tell her. I’ve got my own problems to deal with.”

Lucy was sauntering over to him, swinging her keys. Jules was shutting down the garage. Evil thought about sneaking back into the garage with Lucy and taking her on the couch in the break room for a fast, intense fuck. If the woman had been anyone but Lucy, they’d already be on their way.

“Are you ready?” Her voice was a husky whisper that nearly destroyed his good intentions.

Evan could see the faint outline of her nipples against her shirt and could still taste her on his tongue. Ready? He was primed. “I got some bad news.”

She frowned. “Is everyone okay?”

Evil let out a frustrated sigh. “Warden’s down in Pennsylvania. He’s got bike trouble.”

“Can’t he call Triple A?” Lucy asked, putting her hands on her hip and cocking her head back to look at him. She was so freakin’ adorable.

Chucking her under the chin, he leaned in for a kiss. “Sweetheart, if it was anyone other than my bud, we’d be in my bed by now.”

She pulled away from him, and he fought not to get pissed off. “Warden’s a big boy. I thought you wanted to finish what we started.”

Evil was already shaking his head. He should have known this wasn’t going to work. “I do. You have to see that.” He gestured to his crotch, where his dick hadn’t yet gotten the message that it wasn’t getting any attention tonight. “There are other issues going on.” That was all he was going to say, and it was probably too much. “You’re still welcome to hang out at The Blue Line. Ryder will be there.”

Lucy looked at his left eyebrow instead of into his eyes. “When do you think you’d be back?”

“Dawn at the latest.”

“I can’t,” she said. Her lips, still slightly swollen from his kisses, tightened. “I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s Sunday,” he said before he could stop himself.

“I’ll see you around, Evil. Thanks for…everything.” Her last word was almost too soft to hear.

Shit.

“I’ll make this up to you,” he said. But she was already walking away.

Damn it.

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Evil’s foul mood didn’t improve on the ride to Pennsylvania. He shut off the microphone in his helmet because he didn’t feel like listening to Sentinel chatter for four hours. Instead he piped in some Disturbed and Five Finger Death Punch and let the wind and the dark songs buffer his anger and frustration.

Eventually the road settled him somewhat, although he still ached for Lucy with an ember that could burst into flame with the slightest provocation. He toggled off his music and called Sentinel.

“Oh, you’re done brooding?” Sentinel’s voice came in tinny and pissy over the helmet’s speakers.

“No, but I’m sick of my own thoughts, so I figured I’d see how long it took me to get sick of yours.”

Sentinel chuckled. “So what put you in this foul mood?”

“This thing with Warden was ill timed.”

“The wallet?”

“Yeah, let’s go with that.” It was what Evil should have been worried about. Not what some piece of ass thought about his loyalties to his friends. Except Lucy wasn’t a piece of ass. If she was, he wouldn’t be this pissed off.

“Warden can handle it until we get there.”

Evil knew that was true.

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