Page 5 of Kilo's Edge

Reaching out, I grabbed her gently by the bicep and hauled her into my house.Alone at last.

She must not have been expecting that because those pretty lips parted as her mouth fell open.

I was doing my best not to be a creep and stare, but I was failing. The thought of Overdrive earlier had made my hard-on disappear, but now it was stirring again. “Give me a minute to put some clothes on,” I told her. Glancing over my shoulder, I ordered, “Don’t leave.”

It would be my luck if she scampered out of my house the second I hit my bedroom, but if she left the tacos, I’d consider myself fortunate. I pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering with boxers, and a clean t-shirt. Lifting the material to my nose, I gave it a sniff test and nodded.

Yup. Clean.

To my surprise, she was sitting at my dining room table, looking around curiously when I came back. Seeing her sitting there was like a fucking dream. In fact, I’d had that dream. Only, she hadn’t been sitting in a chair, but was bent over the table as I fucked her from behind. I blew out a breath and tried to calm my damn dick down. She’d run for sure if I tried to make a move on her.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” she said, her voice soft.

I didn’t get the feeling that she was a timid woman. Her mother? Absolutely. But not her. But she rarely spoke, at least to me, and when she did it was in soft tones. I didn’t know her in the least though, so maybe my initial assessment was wrong. “No worries. Thanks for bringing me dinner.” I gave her an easy smile.

Pulling the tinfoil off the plate, I muttered a prayer of thanks because there were five heaping tacos there. They sure were going to beat the burrito sitting in the microwave. “Are thesehomemade tortillas?” I asked, picking a taco up and taking a huge bite.

“Yes,” she said, then laughed at my moan of delight. “I wasn’t sure how much you could eat.”

“Tacos?” I asked, giving her an incredulous look. “As many as you set in front of me.” I liked her laugh. Her eyes lit up and she lost that wary look.

When she ducked her head I realized I’d been staring so I went back to shoveling as much of the food into my mouth as I could, as quickly as I could. Fuck the woman could cook.

“You settling in alright?” I asked, after I’d made it through the first taco.

“Yes, thank you. It’s a nice neighborhood.”

I couldn’t believe she was still here, talking to me. She seemed to be building up to something. “What’s on your mind?”

“How did you get your name?”

I nearly missed her question because she asked it in such a quiet voice. Grinning, I took a bite of another taco. Once I swallowed, I started the story. “I was in the military-”

Her eyes flashed up to mine, surprise written all over her face. “You were?”

“Yeah. The Army. Anyway, we were on a convoy and I was driving a Humvee when our convoy was pinned down by long range fire.”

She was hanging off of my every word. Jesus. Did she have any idea what she did to a man? I was guessing not or she wouldn’t be over here with me, alone.

“The snipers were pinning us down so their comrades could come in with a rocket launcher and blow our asses sky high. Our backup was too damn far away.” I shrugged and took another bite.

If she’s willing to cook for me every night, and look at me the way she is right now, I’d marry this girl on the fucking spot.

I stopped chewing when I realized what I’d just thought. I wasn’t the settling down type. My freedom was important to me. But damn it felt good to be looked at like I was a goddamn hero.

“What did you do?” she breathed.

Clearing my throat, I continued. “Anyway, I was busy coordinating everything on the radio. My call sign was Kilo One Three. Later on, once our asses were safe again, I got to meet a bunch of the guys who’d helped us out. They didn’t bother to learn my name. Just started calling me Kilo One Three. Over the years it just got shortened to Kilo. Was so used to it by the time I joined the MC it was how I introduced myself, so it became my road name.”

She was smiling now. “That’s much better than what I thought.” She frowned as she realized her assumption from this morning was a little insulting, not that I really cared. “I’m sorry about that, by the way.”

“No worries,” I told her.

“Are you still in the military?” she asked, looking hopeful.

I wasn’t sure why she looked like she wanted me to say yes. Hated to disappoint her. “No. My enlistment ended and I didn’t go back.”

“Why-” The doorbell interrupted her next question and she jumped about a foot in the air.

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