Page 81 of Bound By Fate
I turned away and swore I heard, “Don’t’ worry, I’ll see you soon.”
Shaking it off, I made my way outside. Micah’s SUV sat there, which was strange. Dryerson said he was picking me up for a ride. Even tired as all get out, I wanted that ride.
Opening the passenger side door, I hopped up, sitting my bottom in the seat and greeted, “Hey.”
“Hey, Wild Kat,” he replied back as I closed the door and buckled up. I loved it when he called me that.
I reached over and clicked my seatbelt on. “Why do you have Micah’s SUV? Thought we were riding?”
He kept his eyes on the road but answered, “Had business to attend to.”
Okay, Mr. Vague. But that was part of this life, so I sucked in a deep breath then put my head back on the seat.
“Today was killer. You’d think it was the day before Thanksgiving or something. My line never stopped all day.”
He didn’t respond, so I kept going. “Danny met me before I left. I wasn’t gonna tell you but thought I should. He’s not taking your warnings well.”
“Who’s Danny?” he asked, and my head turned to him as confusion swam in my brain.
“Danny is the guy at work who won’t give up on asking me out. We’ve talked about this. You’ve talked to my boss about it.” That was strange. Dry didn’t forget things like that.
“That’s right. My head is all over the place right now.”
Again, that was odd.
“Are you feeling okay?” I asked, looking at his profile. Everything looked like it should, but I knew from experience that the inside didn’t reflect the outside. His hand was on the wheel with his arm extended, just like he always drove.
“Yeah, just shit goin’ on. Let’s get you home.”
I felt my brows turn in. “I thought we were going to the clubhouse again tonight.” Not that I didn’t want to go home, but it was starting to not feel so homey.
“Nah. Thought we’d go to your place so you can grab some stuff, and then we can go to mine.”
This surprised me. He told me that his house was up for sale and he’d been crashing at the club. Said there was no furniture in it.
“Yours?”
“Yeah. Mine,” he replied as we pulled into my apartment complex. We pulled in the usual spot at the front door.
“My car’s at the club,” I told him something he already knew.
“You don’t need it tonight.”
Okay… The man was being a bit mysterious. I walked up to my apartment with Dryerson on my heels as I unlocked the door and walked in.
I hadn’t been here in a bit and when I flicked on the lights, the room didn’t give me the same comfort it once did. With Dryerson here, though, it helped. He felt like home.
“What do I need to take?” I asked him, setting the keys on the small table next to the kitchen.
“Whatever chicks need.”
Whatever chicks need.That was strange. I’d never heard Dryerson say ‘chicks’ in that way before. It was almost condescending, but that wasn’t Dry.
I said nothing and went to my room, searching for a bag. “You know this would’ve been easier if we would’ve stopped at the clubhouse so I could’ve got my bag.”
Finding a small two handled tote, it would have to do. I stuffed in some underwear, a top, and bottoms. I quickly stripped out of my work clothes and put on some jeans and a t-shirt.
I stopped for a moment, not hearing anything out in the living room. No television. He wasn’t asking any questions. What the heck was going on here?
