Page 42 of Tiny's Law

Taking a deep breath, I shake off the impending panic.

I don’t really have anything to work on today, but I think disappearing into the office to get away from the deafening quiet will do me some good.

Making my mind up, I rush through my closet and dress in a pair of white slacks and a tight blue sweater. Hopping into my heels, I practically run through my house to grab my coat and purse before tearing out of the garage like a bat out of hell and head towards the office.

Minutes later, I’m storming through the office and down the hallway towards Reggie’s office. Thank God he isn’t with a client as I fly through his open door and let it slam behind me.

If I wasn’t in such a panicked state, the look of absolute bewilderment on Reggie’s face would make me laugh.

I throw myself down into the armchair across from his desk and focus on the stupid bulldog-shaped paperweight on the corner of his desk.

“Uh, can I help you, Kourt?”

Biting my lip, my brows furrow. I look up and search Reggie’s face, feeling very confused.

Reggie’s brows lift in amusement as he waits for me to speak.

Coming to a conclusion in my head, I nod and look into my best friend's eyes. “I like him.”

Reggie bursts out with laughter, causing me to frown at him. As my best friend, he should be consoling me in my obvious state of freak out, not laughing at me. Worst best friend ever.

“You like him? And that’s wrong?” he asks, switching quickly from making fun of me to the supportive friend he is.

I shrug. “I don’t know him enough to like him this much, Reggie. It’s dangerous.”

“How much are we talking? Are you writing Mrs. Kourtney Hayes all over your binders?”

“Oh, fuck off,” I roll my eyes at him. “I’m being serious, Reggie. I barely know this guy. How can I already like him this much? Hell! He could be a criminal. I’m currently defending one of his best friends in an attempted murder case! How fucking crazy is that?”

Reggie holds his hands up. “Hold on, babe. Listen, I know I haven’t lived here that long, but I can tell you that I’ve heard nothing but good things about him and his friend group.”

“His club?” I tease Reggie, who is still slightly uncomfortable that this “friend group” is a real motorcycle club, not just a fake one on TV.

“Yeah, that. Anyway,” he waves me off before continuing. “I think I’ve been in the community long enough to see the effects they have on the people here. I’ve seen multiple fundraisers and different things they’ve done to make this a better place to live. They also work hard to keep the town clean from drugs and shit. Can they really be all that bad?”

I sit up in my chair as what Reggie says hits me. I glare at him playfully. “Gregory Morgan, are you actually defending and rooting for a man that I’m interested in?”

Reggie holds up his hands and shakes his head, backtracking. “Woah, woah, woah now. I didn’t say that. I’m just trying to be a supportive friend.”

Based on the smirk pulling at his lips, he approves of my newfound feelings for Tiny, and that small little fact has butterflies erupting in my belly. “Huh.”

“What is that face for?”

“I just never thought I’d see the day that you approved of someone for me.”

Reggie rolls his eyes, sticking his finger towards his open mouth as he fake gags. “Oh please, bitch. Don’t act like I like it. The only thing I give a shit about is that you’re no longer with Benjamin. You dating a light pole would be better than him.”

I let out a cackle, pushing up from his chair. “I’ll let Tiny know you compare him to a light pole. I’m sure the big guy would appreciate that.”

Reggie’s eyes widen, and he sputters as I float out of his office on a high.

I know Reggie didn’t admit it out loud, but just on the small comments about them being good people, that was most definitely him putting his stamp of approval on Tiny. Which, in all of our years of friendship, I never thought would happen.

Not being able to sit in the office with the way my mind is racing, I decide to leave and check out my new town. One thing leads to another, and somehow after wandering for a while, I find myself pressing through the door of Desert Ink.

Chapter 13

Tiny

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