Page 74 of Damascus & The Wildfire
Eva leaned back in her chair. “Seriously, though, it’s been nice having Brisket around to keep Hawk occupied. I might need to get a dog for my dog.”
“Wow,” I teased. “Already expanding the family? Jesus, you two move fast.”
Eva chuckled. “We move fast? Pot, meet kettle.”
“You and Hawk moved in with Reaper after, what, twenty minutes?”
“Under duress,” she shot back. “Big difference.”
Before I could retort, Merrick walked in. His gaze flicked across Eva and Reaper, then landed on me, softening as his lips curved. “How’s my second-favorite PR consultant?” he asked Eva.
Eva gasped, hand over her chest. “Second?”
Merrick hooked me by the waist and lowered his mouth to mine, the kiss slow and deliberate. When he pulled back, there was a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Sorry. Kenna’s my number one now.”
Eva rolled her eyes and grinned. “She’s mine, too. Why don’t I just keep Brisket another night?” She raised her brows as she threw a suggestive glancemy way.I flushed.
“That would be great,” Merrick said. “Kenna will be staying at my place tonight.”
A sharp knock interrupted the room. A tall man in a white coat leaned against the doorframe. “Quite the party. I’m Dr. Soos. Unfortunately, we can only have two people visiting at a time. Perhaps a few of you can come back later?”
“We’ll head out,” Merrick offered. “Glad you’re OK, brother, but you’re running out of lives. Maybe we should start calling you Kitty Cat.”
Hatchet grimaced. “I love pussy as much as the next man, but if you start calling me Kitty Cat at the club, I’ll remind you why they call me Hatchet.”
I hugged him carefully, mindful of the wires and his bruises. “Text me what you want tomorrow. Breakfast, lunch—whatever you need, I’ll bring it.”
Hatchet cursed. “Phone’s toast. Shattered in the crash.”
“I’ll have a prospect bring you a new one,” Reaper offered.
Merrick wrapped an arm around my waist, feathering light kisses across the side of my neck.
Hatchet groaned. “The fuck, brother? Get a room.”
Reaper snorted. “Don’t be jealous, Crash Cat.”
Eva clapped her hands together. “Oh, I love Crash Cat. Such a good road name for Mr. Nine Lives.”
Hatchet pointed a finger at them both. “Try it once at the clubhouse, and I’ll carve it into your foreheads. And if you start sending me cat memes when I get my new phone, I’ll make you regret it,” he said, looking pointedly at me.
“There’ll be no cat memes tonight. Don’t text us at all,” Merrick warned. “We’re busy.”
I glanced at Merrick, raising my brows.
He met my eyes, his smile tugging wider. “I’m taking you out on an official date.”
Hatchet groaned dramatically. “I see how it is. I survived a horrific accident and lost a beautiful girl, butsure. Go on a date.”
I glanced at him, my brows furrowed, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the mischief in his eyes. Relief loosened my chest.
When Merrick guided me out of the building, I finally breathed. The hospital’s sterile air gave way to the sunny warmth of midday in May.
“I have to take care of some club business before I take you out tonight. Do you want me to drop you at your place so you can pack anything I missed?” he asked, pressing his hand to the small of my back.
I arched a brow. “Like my vibrator?”
That rare, wide smile I loved spread across his face. “Couldn’t miss that, sitting out in the open.”
