Page 47 of War

I look to Tim to distract myself.“You will be.And do you want some advice?”

“Yeah, give it to me.”We reach the gates, and he pulls to a stop.

“Ignore her.”

“What?”He snorts, studying my face for signs that I’m joking.

“Trust me.”I give him a stern look.“Act like it was no big deal.”

“That really works?”

“Don’t be a dick about it, just don’t look like you’re pining.”

“I don’t pine.”He frowns, and I chuckle.

“I have faith she’ll make the right choice.”

“Who is she choosing between?”he edges.

“Nice try,” I scoff, rolling my window down.Looking up at one of the men in the watchtower talking on a phone.“Are they going to open the gates or what?”

“I told you the club is a no-go to everyone but the patched in brothers.”

“I think I know why,” I muse.

“Do you want to share?”

The gates suddenly open, and Tim groans.“I’m probably going to get my ass kicked for this.”

“I’ll tell them it was my fault.”

“They won’t care.”A mix of guilt and trepidation trickles into my blood.

Pulling into the compound, I gnaw at my bottom lip, rubbing my sweaty palms down my thighs.“Fuck,” Tim grumbles, turning his gaze from Callan walking out the front door.

Stopping the car, he twists his hands on the steering wheel.

“I’ll make this up to you,” I tell him.

I slip out of the car, immediately going into defense mode when Callan jabs a finger into the car.“Unbelievable.”

“Is it?Because your note said I’m predictable.You know, the one you left after fucking me into a coma and then disappearing.”Folding my arms, I come to a stop at the tip of his boots.The anger marring his features a moment ago vanishes, a smirk now gracing his lips.

“I like it when you say fuck, Rogue.It makes me want to take you over the hood of the car.”

“Do you like an audience?”Poor Tim’s already had an eyeful of me in my underwear.

“I don’t mind if it’s a teaching moment.”Arrogant ass.

“Trust me, he doesn’t need the lesson.”Kitty’s report of his prowess makes me smirk.

Callan’s features harden, nostrils flaring.“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means don’t worry about Tim.You lied to me last night.”

“When?”

The driver’s side door opens, and Tim’s footfalls pad on the concrete.“I’m sorry.”

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