Page 93 of Walking Red Flag

If he left now, he’d be behind, and you shouldn’t be behind when you were trying to make a name for yourself among the elite.

Which was exactly what he was doing.

“What about a bodyguard?” he asked. “You won’t fight me on that, right?”

“I won’t,” I said. “Though, he’s gonna have to get a flight and figure out a way to run a marathon while still protecting me.”

Cutter’s eyes gleamed as he replied, “I’ll let your brother pick which one is the fittest to do that.”

My phone buzzed before he could say anything more, and I pulled it out to check it.

I watched out of the corner of my eye as Cutter pulled out his phone and did the same, likely talking with Shasha.

That was another thing that’d come as a surprise.

His utter agreement with my brother, his business, and the bodyguards that were always around if Cutter wasn’t.

My phone buzzed again, reminding me that I’d gotten a message.

I’d been expecting Hazel’s reply, so I wasn’t surprised to see her name on the screen when I glanced at it before unlocking it.

I was surprised, however, by what she texted me.

Hazel:

Hey, so…change of plans. I’m going to drive up there. I was going to rent a car once I was there, like we’d planned, but it’s like hella expensive. Plus, the airlines bumped me from my flight because they overbooked. That okay?

I immediately texted back.

Me:

Of course. Do you want me to drive with you?

I hoped she didn’t. I loved traveling, but I hated traveling there by car.

Hazel:

No, no. I’m good. I have my road trip playlist already loaded. I’ll meet you at the rental!

Shoving my phone back into my pocket I relayed the change of plans.

He frowned when I was finished. “I would’ve fought the canceled flight. It might be expensive to rent a car, but it’s just as expensive to pay for the gas to get all the way up there. Plus, now she has to leave a day early.”

Agreed but…

“Hazel is a bit on the odd side,” I admitted. “If you ever stopped hating her, you might actually like her. She has a brain that’s fascinating.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. She’ll have to prove herself first.”

I patted his chest and then said, “We have to meet your club in thirty minutes, and we’re twenty minutes away. Are you changing, or are you wearing that?”

He winked before saying, “I guess I’ll change so you’re not getting sawdust flying into your eyes the entire ride over.”

We were heading to the Truth Tellers MC clubhouse this afternoon for a barbeque.

According to him, everyone would be there.

I watched him walk away, and my phone rang seconds after he disappeared into the bedroom.

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