Page 34 of Screamer
“Sweetheart?” Journey mouths silently.
I flip him off and focus on my phone call. “How ya doin’, Roxie?”
“I’m good. My bike done?”
“Yep. I was thinking I could bring it to you when I’m done here at the shop.”
“Ah, no, that’s okay. I’ll just have one of the brothers give me a ride.”
I bristle at the thought of her on the back of another man’s bike. “No.”
“No?”
Dammit, one word is going to be my downfall, I just know it. “I, uh… Isn’t there an old lady or club whore who can bring you?”
“There are, but I’d rather ride.”
“And I’d rather you not be on the back of another bike. You know what that symbolizes.”
“I’m just gonna go grab you a shovel,” Journey comments. “Make it easier to bury yourself.”
“Fuck off,” I bark.
“Screamer,” Roxie snaps. “If you’re gonna be on the phone with me, talk to me, not whoever the fuck is there.”
“It’s Journey, and he’s being a dick.”
“I don’t care if it’s Jesus Christ himself.”
I grin. “Damn, sweetheart. I like this side of you.”
There’s a long pause, then she inhales. “You do?”
“Absofuckinglutely. You speaking your mind, not taking my shit… It’s sexy.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, back to you getting a ride.”
“Screamer, I grew up around most of these guys. Shit, I’ve already ridden with the majority of them. It means nothing to me.”
“It could to them.”
“I highly doubt it. But fine, whatever. I’ll have one of them bring me over in the club SUV.”
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it because it’s cold out.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“I will.”
“See ya when you get here.”
I disconnect the call before she can change her mind.
“Yeah, you’re fucked. Either you’re gonna keep digging yourself holes or you’re gonna fall so hard you won’t know what hit you.”
