Page 33 of Redeeming Rabbit

Her expression turned thoughtful. “Are you jealous? Or territorial?”

“Good question. Can I think about it and get back to you?”

“Yes.” Her expression sharpened. “But in the meantime, be careful with Rabbit. Break his heart, and I’ll break your fucking face.”

“Noted. And I appreciate the direct honesty of your threat.” Turnabout is fair play, after all. She’d given me loads of new information, but all I could focus on was Rabbit’s alleged experience with oral. I’d slept with one guy who’d attempted to go down on me. He’d reminded me of a dog cleaning a wound. I could have possibly worked with that, but his mouth hadn’t stayed down there long enough for me to wiggle myself into place.

What would the ministrations of an accomplished master of the tongue feel like?

Shari’s attention shifted, and she beamed a warm smile at an approaching dark-haired man. “Hey, Sage.”

“Hey, Shari.”

He flipped up the hatch in the bar and slid behind it to hug her and grab a pint glass. She snatched the glass from him and slapped his hand. He nuzzled her neck, and she giggled and swatted him away.

“How you doin’?” he asked.

“Good. Much better.” She set the glass beneath a beer tap and started pouring. “Thanks again for our session yesterday.”

Session? Was that what she called her coital times with the bikers?

“My pleasure.” His dark gaze gave nothing away as it slid to me. “Who’s your friend?”

Shari winced, and her smile turned apologetic. “Sorry. This is Poe. She’s here with Rabbit.”

They shared a look that told an entire story. Too bad it was in a language I couldn’t read. Afterward, Sage held his hand out and introduced himself as the club psychologist. Ah. Session. Got it. We shook.

“You’re here with Rabbit, huh?” Sage asked, taking the stool beside me.

“Yes,” Shari said. “And I’m sure you have all sorts of questions, but Rabbit left her in the safety of my care.”

She plunked the pint down in front of him. “You should run along now before he comes back.”

Sage’s smile turned chagrined. “Right,” he said with an annoyed huff. Then he tipped his glass to both of us and walked away.

I studied Shari and was more than a little impressed. Rabbit had people who cared about him, and they were loyal and protective. It only made him more intriguing.

Pounding feet drew my attention, and I turned to find Rabbit racing toward us. Alarmed, I watched for signs of pursuit, but nothing appeared to be chasing him. Eyes wild, he waved for me to follow him. “Come on. Come on!”

Startled, I clambered to my feet.

“Take your drink.” Shari hastily handed it to me.

I accepted it with one hand as Rabbit snagged the other, pulling me deeper into the club. We jogged past a couple of doorways, and Rabbit waved at a man who called his name as we hit the stairs. He towed me up two flights, and then we turned down the hall, hurrying past marked doors that reminded me of a college dorm. Finally, he slid to a stop, unlocked a door, and tugged me into a dark room. It wasn’t pitch black—light filtered in around the corners of a blackout curtain—but it was too dark to make out anything more than the vague shapes of furniture. We were both breathing hard from the unexpected mad dash.

“What’s going on?” I wheezed. It didn’t matter how often I worked out, stairs still made me huff and puff.

“Tap’s here.”

“Oh-kay?” I had several questions, but first, I needed to know where we were. “Can we turn on the lights?”

Rabbit slapped at the wall and swore.

“What?” I squeezed his hand, enjoying his fingers intertwined with mine.

“My brothers like to fuck with me.”

“Did they take away your lightbulbs?”

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