Page 16 of Tuck & Roll

“Good.” Race patted his cheek a little rough, further pissing the man off.

They all filed out of the room and loaded into Race’s truck.

“What do you think?” Jackson asked.

“I think he’s telling the truth.” Race started his truck and backed out, heading back to the clubhouse, where everyone had left their bikes.

“What the fuck is the chief of police doing that he needs to keep us occupied? Is he planning something against us? What’s his beef with us?” Jed asked.

“Don’t know. We need to contact Kylie and have her run a check on the chief.”

“I can do that,” Tuck volunteered. He’d been looking for an excuse to see her again. This was as good as any and it was actually legit.

The moment Tuck’s ass hit his bike seat, he pointed it in the direction of Kylie’s house. He made a couple of quick stops on the way.

He knocked on her front door and waited, praying she didn’t answer the door in a towel again.

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A knock at her door drew Kylie’s attention from where she’d been rummaging through her refrigerator, trying to decide what to fix for dinner. She’d been busy all day working on the security program Race was wanting. She’d only stopped because her stomach was so empty she swore it was eating itself.

She checked the peephole and frowned. It was Tuck. She looked through the peephole again. What was he doing here? She unlocked the door and had to scramble to get out of his way.

“You check the peephole before you opened your door?” he questioned, pushing his way inside. He gave her a quick onceover as he stepped over the threshold and added, “Glad to see you’re dressed this time. Barely.”

She looked down at her pajamas. She wore a pair of white boxers with thin black stripes and a black tank top. What was wrong with what she was wearing? She was covered. “What’s wrong with my pajamas?”

“Nothing. I like being able to see your black panties under your white boxers and your hard nipples poking through your tank top.”

Oh my God. Seriously? He was such a smartass. Nevertheless, she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples from his view.

Tuck took a seat on the couch, setting a six-pack and a take-out bag on the coffee table. “Come on. Sit down.” He patted the cushion beside him. “And you don’t have to cover your tits for me, babe. I don’t mind.”

What was with his flirting and talking about her nipples?

She growled her aggravation as she took a seat next to him on the couch. “Did you come here just to eat?” Kylie watched as he dug out a foil-wrapped burger and a carton of fries. He handed them to her before digging out his own.

“Yes, I came here to eat, but I figured you probably hadn’t taken time to eat anything either so I got you some, too.” Tuck laughed as her cheeks heated at the reminder that she often forgot to take time to eat when she worked. Sometimes she felt like he knew her too well. This was one of those times.

“I was in the process of checking the refrigerator for something to eat.”

“Good thing I showed up when I did then.” He left her sitting on the couch and headed toward her kitchen, returning with ketchup, Frank’s hot sauce and a Dr. Pepper. He handed her the soda and resumed his seat beside her. He unwrapped his burger and squirted a generous amount of ketchup on the wrapper to dip his fries in. His burger was halfway to his mouth when he noticed her watching him, still holding her unwrapped food. “Dig in while it’s hot.”

She had no idea why Tuck had come by or why he felt it necessary to feed her. Deciding it would be a travesty to let a perfectly good burger go to waste, she spread her food out on the coffee table and added some Frank’s to her burger. Her first bite was so amazing, she closed her eyes and savored it. “Mmm. So good. I haven’t had Burger Depot in forever.”

She opened her eyes to find Tuck staring at her, his mocha-colored eyes a deeper brown at the moment. The way he was fixated on her mouth as she chewed, she wondered if she had food on her face. She reached for a napkin, breaking the spell he seemed to have been under. She wiped her mouth, dropped her napkin on the table and took another bite.

He took a big bite from his burger, placed it on the wrapper and reached for a beer. He popped the top and took a drink. He reached over and popped the top on her soda and grabbed the television remote. “Anything in particular you want to watch?”

“No. I don’t care. Watch whatever you want.” She dipped a couple of fries in her ketchup and shoved them in her mouth.

He settled on a rerun of a scary movie she’d seen once and it had scared the bejeezus out of her. “You okay with this? Or are you still a scaredy cat when it comes to scary movies?” he teased.

“This is fine and I’m not a scaredy cat.”

They sat in silence as they ate their meal, both enjoying their food too much to carry on a conversation.

About twenty minutes into the movie, she knew the first scary scene was coming up. She chose that moment to gather up their trash and take it to the kitchen to dispose of. “You want some cheesecake while I’m up?” she yelled toward the living room.

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