Page 46 of Givin' Me Fitz!
I went into my closet and shuffled through the clothes I had. Most of my jeans were worn and comfortable, but not exactly date-worthy. My riding leathers would give off the impression I was down to fuck—which I was—but not if the man wasn’t ready yet.
I found a pair of fancy designer jeans that my mother had told me I had to have if I was going to find the right woman. She wasn’t homophobic, and she wasn’t in denial that I was bisexual. She’d done my astrological chart and consulted with a psychic friend who told her I’d marry and would father children.
InCeline Abbott’s mind, that meant I’d marry a woman and give her grandchildren. “Fuck it.” I pulled the jeans off the hanger and pulled them on before finding a rust-colored shirt that I’d had since last Thanksgiving when I went to my parents’ place for a long weekend.
“Fuck it.” Yeah, I was repeating myself, but I was nervous.
I dressed, pulled on a pair of cowboy boots I’d wiped off earlier, and grabbed my leather jacket before heading up to The Roundup. When I opened the door, Gilly sat at the table with Fitz, the two of them talking about something on The Strip.
“You should go. It’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. There are polar bears dressed like Santa’s guards and massive reindeer in full holiday regalia.”
Gilly flipped his phone around and showed Fitz a picture, which made the man’s smile take my breath.
“Fitz, I’m sorry I’m late.” I stepped over to the table and squeezed his shoulder before I sat down next to him.
Gilly hopped up. “Can I get you something, prez?”
I glanced at the clock over the door leading to the restrooms to see it was nearly four thirty. Cowpokes opened at five, and if I wanted to talk to TJ, I needed to get there before he had a client.
“No, Gilly, but thank you.” I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and grabbed some cash, handing it to Gilly.
“Sure, prez. Thank you.” I nodded and pulled out Fitz’s chair, leading him toward the door as T-Roy, Hobie, and Spider came in.
“Guys. Hey. This is a friend of mine, Fitz Morgan. Fitz, this is Troy, Hobie, and Spider. They’re brothers of mine in the club.” My voice sounded unsure, sending heat up my neck.
“Fitz, good to meet you.” Hobie stuck out his hand, which Fitz shook.
T-Roy and Spider nodded, too, and Fitz grinned. “Nice to meet y’all.”
“Okay, uh, we need to go. We’re headed to East Adkisson to talk to TJ. Find Ricky and get him to come here on Sunday. I need to talk to him. I’ll be here at eight.”
I gave them a look that meant business, and then I escorted Fitz out. “Uh, let’s take mine,” he suggested, which made sense.
He was a good fifty miles from his house, so we could go to Cowpokes to talk to TJ, and he could drop me at the clubhouse to get my truck before we went to dinner at a barbecue place in the Red Rock Casino, which was closer to his place than mine. I didn’t want him to have to drive me back to the clubhouse, unless…
I planned to ask him to spend the night with me, but my gut told me he might say no. If he didn’t, then I was the luckiest motherfucker in the world.
Chapter Seventeen
Fitz
“Uh, let’s take mine,” I said as we left The Roundup.
“That’s smart. You can drop me off after we talk to TJ, and I’ll follow you to Red Rock Casino. There’s a great barbecue place there I thought we could go to for dinner and then you can head back to Vegas. Again, sorry I was late.” Sawyer walked me to the driver’s side and opened my door, which was an unexpected surprise.
I slid inside, and he closed the door, hurrying around the truck to get in on the passenger side. “I’m glad you came, Fitz. There’s so much shit going on right now, my head is spinning. I need someone else to listen with me so I don’t miss anything.”
“I know that feelin’ far too well. I’ll help in any way I can, Sawyer. I’ve been told I’m a good listener. What’s goin’ on?” I reversed out of my parking spot and drove to the exit of the lot before stopping.
I turned to Sawyer, who was chewing on his bottom lip and didn’t seem to have heard me. “Are you okay?”
He sighed. “Fuck if I know. It’s been a brutal day.” He turned his head and looked at me as he rested against the headrest.
“Do you not want to do this today?” Hell, I was there at his request, but if he had too much on his plate already, we could do it another day.
“No, after the shit that happened today, I need to do this more than I thought. Please, don’t go easy on TJ. I need to know what the hell he’s planning to do. I gotta know about this fight on the twenty-second, and I’m hoping you can get him to tell you the truth.”
A million questions circled my head, but I kept my mouth shut. “Tell me where we’re going.”
