Page 34 of O'Mega's Revenge
“Even if Wolf could effectively lie to her and those bitches, he still has to get her trust back. And that ain’t happening after last night.”
“You losing your touch with the ladies?” Nonno asked.
“More like caught feelings, didn’t you?”
Jackson wasn’t helping. He was right but had handed Nonno my weakness right in front of me. Some brother he was.
Nonno sighed and pulled out a chair. “Plan B then.” He drummed his fingers on the table.
I pulled up a chair and prepared to listen hard. Because I had to steer both men toward a plan that kept Tits miles, maybe even a whole world, away from the guy she thought she murdered.
Chapter Eight
Instead of sleeping in my room, I hiked across the fields to Margaret’s old school bus. She was getting started with her day, picking blackberries from the tangle of bushes near the tree line and singing along with some old song I had never paid attention to.
“Do you mind if I crash here?”
She stopped what she was doing. “Oh, Meghan. You look terrible.”
“Stayed up all night.”
Margaret scanned my dirty clothes from top to bottom.
“Looks like you rolled around in the dirt, too. Or was that the tequila’s fault?” She chuckled and picked another berry or three.
“Shit. You heard.”
Her tongue clicked, and she sighed. “Missile came by yesterday. She was worried.”
Funny, she didn’t look too beat up about it a half hour ago. Having to pay my tab probably hurt her worse. “Hard to believe.”
“That she’d come by, or that she was worried?” Margaret shook her head and continued before I could talk.
“You had us all worried. Trot came here first, then Quick, Missile, and every single sister here. I think as soon as Trot tells the ladies in the other chapters, you’re going to have them all coming here to apologize.”
I made a face. The last thing I wanted was a fucking apology. I wanted them to apologize to Wolf. But that would happen right about the same time as Hell froze over, so I’d just have to suck up my dashed emotional machinations.
She pointed in the direction of the bus. “Go ahead. Don’t forget to turn the heater on for the water. You know it isn’t warm first thing in the morning.”
There was a whole process to taking a shower on the bus. We’d run a couple hundred feet of clear hose through solar panels on the roof to heat water. It was more cost-effective than running the propane water heater JR built in a little shed next to the bus, but it didn’t hold heat well. That meant it was another hour of turning knobs, getting clean, and turning off knobs before I could finally crawl into the queen size bed in the back.
I woke up sometime in the late afternoon. Margaret was outside the bus. “I’m really sorry about what the girls did.”
A low rumble of words responded. I recognized the speaker, though. Wolf was here. Immediately my libido responded, even if my head wasn’t fully in the game yet. I sat up as he ducked his head under the low arch of the door.
“Hey.” Despite the mess of his hair, he looked good. Really good. I thought he was sexy before, but this look was broody and screamed danger. He was a very well-built man. With long hair, he resembled a Viking god. Without it, drool-worthy and mercenary-style deadly. The scar on his cheek was more evident against the darker tone of his roots. Or maybe that was residual dye coloring it darker? Whatever it was, I wanted him.
I bit my lip. Should I apologize for my sisters? “Hey.”
“I know we didn’t get a chance to talk.”
I slid over and patted the bed. He eyed it like it was a trap.
“I won’t bite or cut things. Promise.”
“Don’t promise not to bite. I like it when you get crazy.” He smiled, remembering so many times we both got crazy.
Just like that, I forgot what I was upset about. He had a way of doing that. Maybe it was his smell, the combination of leather and fresh air mingled with a slight hint of expensive aftershave. Or it was the way he moved. I don’t know. The simple fact was— I was keyed to him. No other man offered me the same sensations.
