Page 51 of Tied to You
Rocco nods, listening. “See anyone else?”
“No.”
“Entry points?”
Dean lights a smoke, flicking the lighter to the table once he’s done. “One track, that’s it.”
Rocco muses. “The grounds sheltered? Gated?”
I lean forward. “No, none. The grounds are plenty big enough, though. There’s one route in with hedgerows and trees surrounding the property. Plenty of places to hide, but I don’t like the access road if we need to get out quickly.”
As if looking for him, Rocco looks to the door. “Where’s Sparky?” he asks, his eyes going between mine and Dean’s.
I don’t look at Dean as he speaks. “Sparky’s still there making sure no one else has access to the house. He said he saw no signs of kids or security last time, but it can’t hurt to make sure.”
Slowly, Rocco nods his head. I wonder if Dean’s going to tell him about Elvis? “Can we have a minute?” he asks the room, and we all exchange a fewlooks.
One by one, the men start to filter out, and I stand, if not a little reluctantly, wondering what the fuck he’s up to. “I’ll check in with Sparky. Catch up with you in the morning?”
“Leave Sparky to me. I’ll sort it,” he fires back.
“I got it—”
“I said, leave Sparky to me.”
What the fuck?I pause, but eventually give him a nod.
“When’s your new business starting?” Rocco asks, stunning both of us. He didn’t like the idea when I first broke it to him. “What?” he asks, looking between us, seeing us both confused.
“Uh,” I scratch my head. “As soon as we can.” I look at Dean.
Rocco clicks his teeth. Thinking. “Get it going as soon as possible. Might give you something more than the farm to think about.”
Something more?
Rocco cocks a brow, his eyes noting my hesitation at his sudden keenness. I know he’s hinting towards Mollie as well. He saw how I left with her. Maybe he thinks pursuing anything with her is a bad idea? He wants us all focused on the club.
“Right.” I walk to Dean, holding out my hand.
He takes it, embraces me, then I leave, closing the door behind me.
Swapping the van back for my bike, I head back to the farm. It feels odd not staying at the clubhouse when we end on such a late one, but knowing Mollie will be waiting for me, eases some of the tension I’m carrying. It also makes me ride with purpose for the first time in fucking ages.
We need this weekend to run smoothly. Fuck, do we need it. Branching out business takes time, muscle, alliances. We’ve done well, but the sooner we have something bigger set up, the more money we can start earning for the club.
The more time I can spend focusing on Mollie.
Once back, I make my way upstairs quietly, contemplating sleeping in my room. My body doesn’t even question where it’s going, though. I’m opening her door before I know it, peering inside to see her asleep on one side.
More.
I’m so tired, yet, somehow I just know I’ll sleep better with her in my arms. Plus, how can I be this close to her and not do anything? Seeing heris freeing, but fucking terrifying. She doesn’t know what she wants yet. Maybe I should give her some distance, let her find that out?
Closing the door behind me, I stalk closer to the bed, removing my clothes with each step until I’m down to my boxers. I pull back the covers and slide in behind her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I tuck her body close to mine.
“Travis?” Mollie’s sleepy voice groans.
“You expecting someone else?” I kiss her head.
