Page 46 of Q: Satan's Fury MC

“Yeah, shoot.”

“Why does everyone call you Q?”

“It’s my road name. It’s a play off of Quinton, and God knows what else. You can’t ever tell with the brothers.”

“Quinton?”

“Yeah. My ol’ man was a real tool for passing the name down to me, but sadly, I didn’t have much say in the matter.”

“What? I don’t think it’s too bad.”

“You’re clearly not thinking straight,” I scoffed as I helped her get on behind me. Before I started the engine, I asked, “You had a long night last night. I’m sure you’re wiped.”

“Maybe a little.”

“You ready to call it a day?”

“I’m okay. I mean, I could use a little break. Maybe a quick nap and a cup of coffee, but I’m not really ready to call it a day.”

“I think I can manage that.”

Without saying anything more, I started the engine and headed home. I expected Jules to give me a hard time when we got to my place, but she didn’t say a word as she followed me inside. When we got to the living room, she took off her coat, then sighed with relief as she plopped down on the sofa and curled into one of the pillows. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Can I get ya anything?”

“I’m good.”

“You sure?” I grabbed the throw from the back of the sofa and laid it across her. “How ‘bout something to drink and a couple of Tylenol?”

“Now that you mention it...”

“You got it.”

I went to the kitchen to grab her a cold drink and some Tylenol, and by the time I’d made it back, she’d already dozed off. Not wanting to wake her, I placed them on the coffee table, then made my way over to my recliner. I turned on the TV and muted the sound as I flipped through the different channels. As soon as I found the game of the week, I tossed the remote on the table and nestled back in my chair.

I watched a couple of plays, and the next thing I knew, I was out.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept, but the game was over, and it was dark. I looked over to the sofa and found Jules staring back at me with a smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” I arched my back, stretching the muscles in my back as I asked, “How long was I out?”

“I don’t know, but it’s been a while.” She motioned her hand over to the clock. “It’s almost seven.”

“Damn.” I sat up and said, “I had no idea it was so late. Are you hungry? You wanna order a pizza or maybe some Chinese?”

“Pizza sounds good.”

“Great.” I grabbed my cell phone and placed the order, then I offered Jules the remote, “Wanna see if you can find a movie or something?”

“You want me to pick?”

“Well, yeah.” I placed the remote in her hand as I asked, “There a problem with that?”

“No,” she smiled nervously. “No problem at all.”

I could tell there was something she wasn’t telling me, but I didn’t push. I simply waited patiently as she searched for a movie. We spent the next couple of hours eating and watching some chick flick she’d found. Jules was searching for a second movie when I asked, “You got plans for tomorrow?”

“Not that I can think of. Why? Did you have something in mind?”

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