Losing
Judd wasn’t an option.
“The only other choice is calling in help from Memphis,” Cooper said, glancing at Farah who was watching him in that weird mating way
they looked at each other lately. It was obnoxious. “I can get a big gun
to take care of my problem, but it also might make me look like I can’t handle
things on my own.”
“What’s Kirk saying about any of this?”
“Fucking nothing. He’s leaving it to me. When I
make a suggestion, he acts like I’m an idiot. I know he’s testing me and I get
that shit, but people are dying. Not just fucking loser druggies and dealers
either. Kids and average folks are getting caught in the crosshair. The Devils
don’t care, but I do. I’m not turning into a monster to do this job.”
“Have you asked Farah for advice?” I said when I
saw her moving closer like a predator leisurely making its way towards its
prey.
“She’s not…”
“Ask your woman. She might say something that helps
things click for you. Trust me that Farah brings out the best in you, so maybe
she can get your big fat brain to work.”
Laughing, Cooper slugged me in the arm. “Asshole.”
“Maybe, but I’m right. Oh, hell, here she comes and
I sense you two will be sneaking off for a quickie.”
“Fuck sneak off,” Cooper said, still grinning.
“We’re married. We just announce we’re going to fuck then go fuck. We’re in a
committed relationship, so we can act mature like that.”
Now, I was the one laughing and I didn’t stop once
Farah cuddled up with her beast.
“I heard you’re having dinner with Lark,” she said,
wiggling her eyebrows. “Hurry up and marry her, so we can double date and annoy
Vaughn.”
“Can’t you double date with Tawny and Judd?”
Cooper and Farah laughed. “Yeah, right,” they said
in unison, causing me to wonder if their brains had merged from too much sex.
“If I have my way, Lark will be mine.”
“He’s stalking her,” Cooper told Farah. “Draws
pictures of her naked too.”
Farah laughed and pated my cheek. “Romantic.”
“Clearly, I’ve fucked her brains out,” Cooper said
and she gave him the pissed wife look. Sighing, he lowered his gaze and
mumbled, “Yes, ma’am.”
Watching them do their obnoxious married thing, I
tried my hardest not to be a jealous bastard wishing I had what they did.
Despite my best efforts, I failed.
Chapter Seven - Lark
As a bad liar, I struggled to act casual as Dylan
dropped me off at the Hampton library. Instead of just telling me what time to
wait for him, he turned off his Harley and joined me on the sidewalk.
“What are you doing?” I asked, hiding my horror.
“You seem weird. I just got a feeling I should
stick around.”
“You want to come into the library while I study
for a few hours?”
“Sure.”
“Why?”
“I got a feeling. I told you.”
Panicking, I glanced around. “You can’t come in.”
“Why?” he growled, fully suspicious now.
“It’s embarrassing to have my brother sitting there
while I study with my friends.”
“I’m not your brother.”
“That’s how they see you,” I said then added, “It’s
how I see you.”
Dylan’s frown darkened. “I was nineteen when our
parents married. You’re not my sister.”
Staring up into his angry dark eyes, I wished he
was angry enough to storm off. “If you’re not my brother, why are you treating
me like your little sister who needs babying?”
“I’m protecting you.”
“I don’t need protecting. I need to study with my
friends without you watching us like my warden.”
Grumpy now, Dylan glanced around then stepped
closer. “I’m keeping you safe. Now, you said you needed to study, so let’s go.”
Walking with Dylan, I felt depression rising up
inside me. I had dreamed of spending time alone with Aaron. Did the handsome
artist feel like I did? Could we be something special together? Now, I wouldn’t
know because Aaron wouldn’t forgive me for standing him up.
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