Page 467 of Hell Hath No Fury
I rolled my eyes. “Regular Boy Scout, huh?”
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” He held out his hand. “Keys.”
I handed him my keys and we walked out to the parking lot. Two bikers stood beside a white panel van and smiled wide as we approached.
“Bryn, this is Razor and Cheese,” Harm said. “Razor’ll drive your car—”
“Why’s he drivin’?” Cheese asked.
“Because he’s a better driver,” Harm replied.
“That’s bullshit,” Cheese hissed.
Razor pointed to the dent in the side of the van and cocked his head. “Is it?”
Cheese muttered something under his breath as he climbed into the van, and I bit back a smile. It was obvious these men were close, and it seemed Cheese wasn’t really upset. He was grinning the whole time he was complaining.
“We’ll follow you back, then get outta your hair,” Razor said, after Harm gave him my keys.
I nodded. “Okay, thank you.”
Harm held his truck door open and waited for me to climb into the cab. Even in my tipsy state, it wasn’t lost on me that Bryce never once did this.
No, that wasn’t entirely true. He did a couple of times when congregants were watching, but if we were alone? Never.
“You good?” Harm asked, once he started the truck.
“Yeah. You?”
He chuckled. “I’m not the one who drank a bottle of wine.”
“A bottle?” I wrinkled my nose. “Was it a bottle?”
“Pretty close, yeah.”
“Oh my god, seriously? I must look like a lush.”
He grinned and nodded. “You feelin’ good?”
“So, so good.”
“Then you probably needed it.” He glanced at the door. “Need you to put your seatbelt on.”
“Oh!” I squeaked. “Right. Safety first.”
Heading out of the parking lot, I directed him to my home. It wasn’t far, so all too soon, we pulled into my driveway, and I let out a quiet curse.
“Everything okay?” Harm asked.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry. That’s my ex-husband’s car,” I said, nodding to the Cadillac parked on the street directly in front ofmy house. “I have no idea what he’s doing here, and honestly, I don’t really want to deal with him.”
“Right. Give me a second. Don’t move,” Harm said, sliding out of the truck.
He and Razor had a conversation out of earshot, then Harm came around to my side of the truck and opened the door.
“I’m gonna walk you in, if you’re okay with that,” he said, handing me my keys.
“You don’t have to do that, Harm.”
