Chapter 7
7
DARREN
D arren woke to find himself still locked in a cell. He flung an arm over his eyes and sighed heavily. How much more time had passed since he’d been taken? Since he’d been drugged? Long enough for his dick to be hard and aching. He was horny as hell despite the dire circumstances he found himself in. He supposed that was the point Crockett was trying to make. Fucking message received.
He rolled to sit on the side of his bed and dropped his head to his hands. What he wouldn’t give to be with Kylie right now. He ached for her and only her. He dreamed about her and wished he was home. In his dream he and Tuck were pleasuring her, getting her worked up and begging for them to fuck her. The image was so vivid it made his dick twitch in excitement. He chanced a glance at his lap and swore under his breath. Crockett had been right. His head was telling him he didn’t want to have sex, but his body was telling him he did. And lots of it.
He heard the guy in the cell to his right moving around. Knowing he was going to regret it, he turned his attention there. He had a lot of questions and he needed some answers. Hopefully, he would be more lucid than the other two.
“Hey,” he tried to get his attention.
The man looked to be in his early twenties, fit but built like a runner. His hair was blond and it looked like he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly.
Darren turned a little more on his bed. “Hey. What’s your name and how long have you been here?”
The man frowned and seemed to think about it. “My name is Joe and I’m not sure. I came after Otis, but before Henry there.” He pointed at the man to Darren’s left. Finally, the masturbating man had passed out. “Best guess, nine days?”
Shit. That sucked.
“Were you a volunteer?” Crockett had said Otis volunteered. He wondered if all of them were there of their own choosing or if, like himself, were taken.
“No.” Some of the defeat he’d noticed in Joe earlier left with his anger. “I was standing in a parking lot next to my car outside this bar, texting my friend to see where he was at. The next thing I knew I woke up here.”
“You from Taos?”
“Yeah.” Joe scrubbed his face with both hands. “My family has got to be freaking out by now.”
Had the Phantoms taken him to Taos? That would be his best guess. Take the enemy to their home turf and they wouldn’t have to fear the Sons ever finding him. With Kylie’s superb research, they now knew the Phantoms were based in Taos and if given enough time she’d track down the place they were holding him, wherever it was, and they’d come for him. Watching Joe pace his cell, he made himself a promise to take the kid with him when the Sons broke him out and get him back to his family.
“Have they given you a dose of Euphoria?”
“Yes.”
Darren looked from Otis to Henry to Joe. He was missing some pieces to this puzzle. “Why aren’t you a mess like these guys?”
“I think the reason I didn’t get as bad as them is because they gave me a woman soon after they dosed me. From what I’ve seen with Henry, and I’m guessing they did the same with Otis, they gave them a dose and have been waiting to see how far gone they’ll get.”
He was afraid to ask, but, “Why?”
Joe shrugged a shoulder. “To fuck with them. They think it’s funny to watch them suffer.”
Huh. To fuck with them . If they tortured these men they likely didn’t know like this, what would they do to him, a sworn enemy?
“This woman they gave you, did they give her the drug?”
“She said no when I asked her. I didn’t want to think I was taking advantage of her. I was starting to hurt, but I would have held off as long as I could before I touched her. She said she was supposed to fuck me so they could see how long the drug took to clear my system.”
This was so fucking nuts it was unreal. He wondered how much they gave him. So far, he might be horny, but he was able to control it, but he didn’t know for how long. Maybe they’d think it didn’t work on him and leave him alone? Yeah, right. Or maybe, given his size they might up the dosage.
While they’d been talking, Henry woke up and started moving around. “Oh my God,” he groaned. “I can’t stand this anymore!” He rattled his cage in aggravation. “Bring me a woman, damn it! I hurt!”
“Shut up, Henry! You’ll get a woman when we say you get one!” was shouted down the hall. Did they have someone down here on guard duty? He’d ask Joe.
“No. They have cameras in our cells.” He pointed to a camera in the corner of Darren’s cell near the ceiling.
Henry shuffled closer to the bars separating his and Darren’s cell. “Hey, man. If you suck me off, I’ll suck you off.”
“The fuck you say?” Darren couldn’t believe the words coming out of Henry’s mouth. Did he have a death wish?
“Please? I’m hurting so bad. This is worse than withdrawals.”
“Oh, way to sell it, Henry. Even if I would consider something like that, which I never will, telling me you’re a junky just blew it.” Darren got to his feet and tried to stretch. The pain the movement caused momentarily overrode the mellow the drug was giving him.
“Um, never mind. I don’t think I could suck that.” Henry backed away from the bars, his gaze fastened on Darren’s erection. Yes, he was a little above average, but he wasn’t grossly disproportionate to his size. Kylie took him with no problems. His dick pulsed and he groaned. His eyes slammed closed and he gripped himself tight until the need to fuck faded.
“If you can’t suck him off, you could let him fuck your ass.” The crazy man across from them put his two cents in.
“Mind your own business, Otis,” Darren growled. Oddly enough, after Otis had fucked that poor woman several times, he appeared to have come back to himself.
“Now that you’re more lucid, does that mean you’ve fucked the drug out of your system?” Darren wrapped his hands around the bars at the front of his cell.
“I think so.”
“Will they let you go now?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
“So are there any upsides to this drug?”
One side of Joe’s mouth hitched up. “I came so fucking hard, I thought my dick would explode and it lasted forever.”
Great. That’s just what he needed to hear. If the Sons didn’t put a stop to this Euphoria/EZ Lay now before the Phantoms and the cartel got a foothold in Redemption, things were going to get very bad, very quickly. He sat back down on his cot and leaned his head against the metal bars. He closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer that his little computer nerd could work her magic and get him out of there.
TUCK
It was the middle of the night and Tuck couldn’t sleep. He’d made love to Kylie until she passed out and yet he himself couldn’t sleep. None of the brothers were getting much sleep, either. Having one of their own out there in enemy hands was eating at all of them. Kylie was doing her best trying to work her magic on the computer, but with such little leads she was just guessing on where to look.
Tulsa and Lance had found out the location of the Phantom Furies’ clubhouse from a friendly waitress in a bar in Taos. She’d partied there once, realized it wasn’t her thing and never went back. They’d been trying to stake it out, hoping to catch a glimpse of Darren, but so far had come up empty. Honestly, the only way they would know for sure whether Darren was there or not was for one of them to somehow get inside.
Jed was currently working that angle. He’d made contact with Sadie and from the way it sounded, they were “dating.” He was with her as much as she allowed and was finding it difficult to keep up the charade of being a “nice” guy. The only reason he continued pretending was because he was hoping to use her as a way inside the clubhouse. He found it strange that she’d been spotted by Tulsa and Lance several times during the week visiting the clubhouse. It was usually as soon as she got off work. She’d stay for a couple of hours, then meet up with Jed. She also disappeared every Wednesday and Thursday. He tried to ask her where she went only to have her change the subject.
The Phantoms didn’t know they had eyes on the other club’s properties in Redemption or that Jackson and Trick had broken into all three just to make sure Darren wasn’t being held there. They’d done their recon within hours of Darren being taken and continued to do drive-bys while Kylie continued to monitor the cameras they’d installed facing the properties. Nothing panned out there, either.
For Tuck’s part, he felt like a freaking loser. He couldn’t ride his bike yet. He couldn’t do stakeouts because it would hurt his damn leg being cooped up in a vehicle for too long. They didn’t say it, but he knew they were thinking it. That because of his bum leg, he would be more of a hindrance than a help. For now, he was stuck going to physical therapy and hanging out with Kylie. Race said not to consider it babysitting as much as it was bodyguarding her. Not only was she important to Tuck and Darren, but the club considered her family as well. She was also one of their best assets. It sounded cold, but Tuck got it.
Wandering around the house in the dark, he tried not to wake Kylie. He found himself in the baby’s nursery staring at what he knew to be plain white walls. He closed the door and flipped the light switch on. Two cans of pale yellow paint sat underneath the window just waiting for someone to roll it onto the walls. He’d been meaning to get to it. In fact, he and Darren had planned on knocking it out the day he’d been kidnapped.
Well, fuck it. He couldn’t sleep. Might as well be doing something productive. Everything had been taped off and all he had to do was spread out the plastic drop cloth and he could get to it. Tuck poured some paint in the tray and grabbed a roller.
It didn’t take long to find a rhythm, his mind wandering from one thing to the next. One of the things he thought about was him getting shot and Darren being taken was exactly why he’d wanted his best friend to be a part of his and Kylie’s relationship. At least, in both of those instances, she’d had someone to fall back on. Someone was there for her to help her get through it. It made him happy knowing that as long as one of them lived, she would always be taken care of. To ensure it stayed that way he was going to do his damnedest to get Darren home for Kylie.
He bent to load his paint roller again as he thought about the toll everything was having on her over the last few weeks. She wasn’t sleeping enough and he had to remind her to eat sometimes. He worried about the effect of the constant stress on the baby. Would it hurt his baby girl?
He got one wall finished and moved on to the next. After the room was painted, they needed to put the crib together and move the dresser in from the garage. She’d already spent a small fortune trying to create the perfect room for the baby. He smiled and shook his head remembering all the bags they’d carried inside. All those bags now sat on the floor of the closet until they brought the dresser in. He started to hum to himself as a way to break up the silence. It didn’t keep his mind from wandering, but it was soothing.
As he moved to the next wall, he ran baby names through his head. He had them narrowed down to two and hoped Kylie liked one of them. One in particular was his favorite. Emmaline. It was the kind of name that was cute for a little girl and would be equally sweet as she grew older. For now, he kinda wanted to call her Emmie.
“I like it when you sing.”
Kylie’s voice coming from behind him startled him out of his thoughts about baby names. He spun toward her, paint roller in hand, slinging light yellow paint across the floor. Good thing he put down the plastic.
“You gave me a heart attack, babe.” His free hand settled on his pounding chest.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I got up to use the bathroom and saw you were gone. I came looking for you and heard you singing. I haven’t heard you do that in a while.” She pushed off where she was leaning against the door frame. “The room is looking good.” She moved farther into the room, careful not to step in the paint he’d slung.
Tuck didn’t know when he switched from humming to singing or for that matter, what he’d been singing. He took a moment to scan the room much like she had and had to agree, the color she picked out was a good choice.
“Baby, you need to go back to bed and get some sleep.”
“I can’t sleep. I miss Darren.” She absently rubbed her belly.
“I know. I miss him, too.” He bent to load his roller with paint and put it to the wall.
“Do you?”
“What?” He was frowning when he faced her.
“I wasn’t sure since you’re in here painting like there’s nothing wrong.”
Where was this coming from? Was this the hormones Jackson and Trick had warned him and Darren about?
“You’re not worried about what might be happening to Darren right now?”
“Of course, I’m worried.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a hip. “You don’t act like it.”
“What do you want me to do? Where should I look?” He raised his arms out to his sides, again spilling paint on the plastic. “We have no idea where to look. We don’t know if he’s being held at the Phantom clubhouse or somewhere else. Give me someplace to look and I’ll look.” He watched her eyes fill with tears and her face crumple at his explosion.
“I’m sorry.” She wiped roughly at her cheeks. “I’m just so damn tired of shit happening to us. Why can’t they leave us alone?”
He went and pulled her into his arms. “God, baby. I’m so sorry for being such a jackass. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. The truth is I’m losing my mind not knowing where he is or what they might be doing to him. All I know to do is keep busy until someone comes up with a lead.”
“I’m sorry for being such a bitch. And crying. It’s these stupid hormones. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you.” She wrapped her arms around him, her face buried in his chest as he continued to hold her.
Between everything that had happened over the last several days with first him and now Darren, it was no wonder she was on edge.
They stood together in silence for a while until Kylie said, “Have Lance and Tulsa get me pictures of any Phantoms they see. I’ll run them and see what information I can find. Maybe if I get their addresses they can stake one out.”
Tuck pushed her back so he could see her face. “How do you know where they are or what they’re doing?”
“Duh. They’re not here and haven’t been for several days. It’s only logical they would go to Taos and check things out. It’s what I’d do. And Jed’s been gone, too.” She covered her yawn with her hand, then asked, “You coming to bed?”
“Yeah. Let me clean up this mess and I’ll finish it in the morning.” He watched her waddle out the door and scratched his head. Nothing got by his woman. A smile split his face as he thought once again, what a damn great brother she would make.
KYLIE
Kylie rolled her desk chair as close to the desk and computer monitor as her belly would allow. She’d just peed for the fourth time since Tuck brought her to the clubhouse and they’d only been there an hour and a half. Tuck was hovering and driving her nuts so she told him to go send one of the prospects for doughnuts. “And you probably need to go with him.”
“What? Running errands is what prospects are for.” He rose from the couch and moved toward the door.
“What if he gets one of the doughnuts I don’t like?” She really needed him to go find something to do for a little while so she could get some work done.
“I’ll tell him what kind to get.” Tuck stood in the doorway, half in, half out of her office.
“Really?” She let her eyes tear up just enough to make Tuck squirm. That was the crazy thing about pregnancy hormones; she could cry on demand. She tried not to exploit this ability for fear Darren and Tuck might think she was truly crazy. “You would trust Cutter or Miles to get the right doughnuts for the mother of your child?”
“Uh,” his mouth opened and shut and opened again, clearly searching for the right response to her question that wouldn’t send her over the edge into a fit of tears.
“It’s okay. I don’t really need doughnuts anyway.” She cast her gaze down to her computer screen, essentially ending the discussion.
“I’ll go with Cutter to get your doughnuts. Do you want chocolate milk?” He ran a hand over the top of his head.
“Yes, please.”
Tuck walked back over to her desk, spun her chair so that his hands settled on the arms and grinned. “Love you, baby. Be back in a few.” He leaned in and kissed her. He pulled back, studied her face and smirked. “Be good while I’m gone.”
“Love you, too,” she tossed to his retreating back.
No sooner had Tuck left her office, than Race stepped inside, his hands tucked in his front pockets and a look of amusement on his face. “Nice job.”
“What?” she pretended to not know what he was talking about.
“The way you handled Tuck. You needed him to find something to do and get out of your hair for a while. Well played.” He stopped in front of her desk.
“How do you know I was doing anything?” Kylie bit her bottom lip.
“If I hadn’t heard the way you manipulated him, seeing you biting your bottom lip just confirmed it.” He dropped into a chair. “That, and Bellamy has worked it on me a time or two.” He shrugged his shoulder like it was no big deal that his wife used her pregnancy to get away with something.
“Yeah, well, he was driving me bonkers. I know he worries about me and the baby, but it can be a little suffocating sometimes.” She leaned back in her chair and rocked it gently. She clasped her hands over her belly and gave him her full attention.
“Just cut him some slack. After getting shot and watching Darren get taken, he’s terrified something might happen to you and the baby. It would kill him if something happened to you. He’s also pissed that he’s not exactly back to 100%. He wants to blow off therapy until we find Darren. I had to promise that as soon as we found something that would lead us to Darren, we’d bring him in on the plan, but for now, he had to keep up his therapy.” He sat forward, resting his arms on his legs. “He feels useless because his leg is keeping him from riding his bike or doing surveillance. So take it easy on him. He means well.”
Race was right. She needed to be more patient with Tuck. He was going through a lot of stuff on his own. She didn’t need to pile more on top of it by being a brat.
“I asked the guys to send pictures of the Phantoms like you asked. I forwarded them to your email for you to check out.” He tipped his head toward her computer.
“That’s great! I can’t wait to get started on them.” She leaned forward and positioned her hands over the keyboard. “Oh, I almost forgot.” She reached for a stack of papers to her left and handed them to Race.
“What are these?” he asked before looking at them.
“Some of the applications I vetted for you. I put the ones most likely to work out on top and the ones who have a revolving door work history are at the bottom.”
“Thanks,” he waved the papers at her and got to his feet. “I’ll leave you to it.” At the door he turned and said, “The pictures you’re going to run was a good idea. Let me know what you find out.”
Kylie smiled to herself, happy that Race thought her ideas were good.
Sending Tuck off to get doughnuts not only gave her time to work on things Race asked of her, but it also gave her a chance to work on a project she had working on the side. The idea for the project had come to her yesterday. She’d been so pissed off that the Phantoms were messing with every part of their lives, she’d felt a little payback was in order. So, to that end she pulled up a tab she’d minimized while Tuck was in here and scanned the information. “Perfect.”
With a couple of clicks of her mouse yesterday, she’d put Crockett’s wife’s car in arrears with their bank. She made it look like they hadn’t made a payment in six months and brought it to the attention of one of the bank’s loaner officers by bumping it to the top of her emails. Then she waited and watched as the officer turned it over to a repo man. “Take that, asshole.”
She thought she heard Tuck’s voice down the hall and quickly backed out of anything incriminating. She was pretty sure she shouldn’t have taken it upon herself to make a play for Darren, but she was desperate to get him back. Who was she kidding? She definitely shouldn’t have done what she’d done. If Race ever found out, he’d be pissed. It didn’t matter, she would do whatever it took to get him back and pay the consequences later.
“Hey, baby. Got your donuts,” Tuck announced as he cleared her door. He came to a sudden stop and dipped his head to the side. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she could feel the big goofy grin on her face. He probably thought she was crazy. Crying one minute and grinning like an idiot the next. “I’m good. Just glad your back.”
His brow shot up, “I didn’t think I was gone that long.” He approached her desk as if frightened of what she might say or do next.
“You weren’t. I just missed you.” He shook his head and chuckled as he handed her the box of doughnuts along with her chocolate milk.
“They had the chocolate covered custard filled?” They were her favorite and he’d gotten her two. He allowed her to take hers out and place them on a napkin, then went to the couch to eat his four glazed. Out of all the many possible choices he could have made, he always went with glazed. He said there was no way you could go wrong with the original.
Remembering what Race had said about taking it easy on Tuck, she had an idea. She got up and went to the door, locking it with a snick.
TUCK
“Kylie Jo?” Tucked questioned around a mouthful of doughnut.
She kicked her shoes off, then shimmied out of her leggings and panties, letting them pool at her feet.
He swallowed hard, forgetting to chew first and had to pound his own chest to dislodge the lump stuck in his throat. “Baby?” he whispered.
With deliberate slowness, she unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Taking the hem of the t-shirt she wore underneath, she pulled it over her head, leaving her naked.
Tuck cleared his throat and tossed the box to the side. “Take off your bra but put your shirt back on and leave it open.” He wanted her to be covered in case someone took their lives into their hands and let themselves into her office.
She did as he asked.
“Now drop to your knees.” He unfastened his jeans, leaned back and shoved them down below his knees, his hard cock bouncing free. She licked her lips and scooted forward on her knees, her nipples tightening to hard points. She skimmed her hands up his legs, taking extra care around his injury. She gently kissed where he’d been shot in the leg, then the area at his side. Her tits brushed against his erection causing him to suck in a quick breath and his stomach to tense. His wounds were still so sore, but it was worth it to see Kylie on her knees sucking him off. Gripping his cock, he watched with anticipation as she lowered her mouth to kiss the tip. Her tongue swept out, capturing the single drop of fluid. “Fuuuuck,” he whispered. Clenching his fists at his sides, he held his breath as she licked him base to tip. She took him in her mouth and his head fell back on the couch. He swore the woman damn near made his eyes cross.
Was there anything hotter than the way she watched him while taking him deep? He could see her need build in her eyes as her head bobbed up and down.
He dropped his head again and watched the way she took him deep, then backed off, her eyes locked on his the whole time. “Are you getting worked up, honey?”
She nodded her head and moaned around his dick. He let her play a little longer, then pulled her off when he couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted to come buried in her pussy, not in her mouth. He helped her to her feet. “Climb on and ride, Kylie Jo.” He helped position her knees on either side of his hips, then scooted down a little farther on the couch. Lining up his cock with her entrance, he held his breath and watched his length disappear into her tight, wet pussy.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed as she bottomed out. “You feel so good.” Tipping her head back, her long strawberry blonde hair tickled his legs. He cupped her breasts and appreciated their bigger size. He used to love the way they fit perfectly in his hands, but he wasn’t about to complain. In fact, his mouth watered as he took one in his mouth, making sure to flick the nipple into a hard peak. She rewarded him with a groan and a roll of her hips. He repeated his actions with the other one and felt her squeeze around him.
She ran her fingers through his hair on the uninjured side then slid her hand down to cup his cheek. Kylie leaned in and kissed him before setting her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself, then slid back down. She did this over and over, moving faster the closer she came to coming. His eyes focused on her bouncing tits and he thought, damn, his woman was sexy as hell. With the weight of her belly, she quickly grew short of breath and he worried she might hurt herself or wear herself out. He gave her hips a squeeze and urged her to stop. She treated him to the cutest stormy pout for ending her ride.
He helped shift her to the side so he could lay her on the couch. Coming to his knees between her legs, he entered in one smooth thrust. Not even the pain of his injuries could keep him from finishing what they started. He hooked one of her legs over his arm and the other onto the back of the couch, allowing him to drive deeper. He returned to his quick, hammering pace and felt Kylie squeeze around him.
A thud at the door pulled his attention away from the sight of his cock, slick with her wetness, pounding into her pussy.
“What the hell?” Race grumbled from the other side of the door.
“Don’t stop, Tuck. Please don’t stop. I’m so close,” Kylie whispered.
“Kylie? You in there?” Dagger asked, followed by a knock on the door.
Neither of them answered. Tuck felt how close she was and he was no more than a handful of strokes behind her. The whole damn compound could burn down around them right now and he wouldn’t stop fucking her until they’d both found their release.
“Should we use our key to get in and make sure she’s all right?” Dagger’s whisper was loud enough for Tuck to hear.
“Use that fucking key and I’m shooting you in the dick!” Tuck shouted. Ever since he’d been shot, everyone had taken to carrying a gun at all times. He’d set the one he’d had tucked at his back on the cushion with the doughnuts. It was within easy reach if they dared to open the door.
The door handle rattled and Tuck lost it. He reached for one of the shoes Kylie kicked off and threw it at the door. Bang!
The bastards were laughing as they walked away. Payback was going to be a bitch.
Tuck resumed what he’d been doing before they were so rudely interrupted only to have something over at Kylie’s desk to ding. Kylie turned toward the noise.
“No. No. Stay with me.” Tuck gently cupped her cheek and turned it toward him. He thrust his hips urgently, racing for the finish line that was just out of their grasp. “I feel you getting close, baby. You ready?”
“Yes,” she nodded her head.
He embedded himself to the hilt, then circled his hips so that he was grinding against her clit. Her eyes widened and her breath caught on a gasp right before her pussy clamped down tight on his cock. The feel of her wet heat milking his dick tipped him over the edge right after. He clenched his teeth and arched his neck back, growling low as he rode it out. Heaven. He was in fucking heaven. He slowed his movements before slowly pulling out. He spotted a napkin he’d dropped to the floor as he hurriedly got rid of his doughnuts and reached for it. He caught as much of his cum leaking out of Kylie as he could, then wadded the napkin and tossed it into the trashcan next to the desk. He helped her roll to her side and snuggled in behind her against the back of the couch. Reaching for the throw on the back of the couch, he spread it out and covered them both.
“You good, baby?” He smoothed her hair from her cheek and kissed her brow.
“Mmm. More than good.” Her eyes closed even as she smiled.
He waited until she was asleep before he slipped out from behind her and got dressed. He made sure the throw was tucked around her tight then snatched his box of doughnuts off the floor. He opened the lid and saw they’d gotten a little smashed. He didn’t care. As long as they weren’t directly on the floor and covered in dirt, he was eating them. But, first, he wanted a cup of coffee. Tuck looked back at Kylie and saw she was still sleeping, then exited the office, being sure to lock it behind him.
He wandered to the kitchen, got his coffee and headed back. Race and Dagger were standing outside her office. Race had his hand raised, prepared to knock.
“Don’t. She’s sleeping. What do you guys need?” He took a drink of his coffee.
“Wanted to see if she made any progress on those Phantom fuckers’ addresses,” Dagger spoke up.
“She might have. Her computer dinged while we were busy. She’ll check it when she wakes up. For now, she needs the sleep. She’s not slept much since Darren was taken.”
“She doing okay otherwise?” Race leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, I think so. The OB doctor said things were looking good at her last visit.” Fuck, that was the day they found out they were having a girl. One of the best moments of his life shattered when they took Darren.
The door suddenly opened causing all three men to jolt in surprise.
“What’s going? Why are you all standing out here in the hall?” Kylie looked from one man to the next.
“Uh, we were letting you sleep, babe,” Tuck replied.
“Oh, well,” she blushed a pretty shade of pink. “I’m awake now and I just got a couple of hits.”
“Really?” Dagger asked.
“Yeah, come inside.” She pushed the door farther open and figured they would follow.
Tuck looked to Race and then Dagger. “Not a word. Do you hear me? Not a word.” He growled the last at Dagger.
In his woman’s haste to get dressed, she’d put her t-shirt on inside out and backward with the tag in front. If she would have put her button-up shirt over it, no one would have noticed. He hid a smile behind his coffee cup and followed her inside. That wardrobe mishap alone would embarrass her, but if she new her hair was a total wreck in the back, she’d be throwing her shoes at him.