Chapter 5 McDaddy #2
Someone joins us. I look up and see Twitch’s face, and I stare, open-mouthed. I want to disappear. He has that sly, sexy smirk on his lips. He turns the chair around and straddles it and puts his hand out to greet Edward. They shake hands.
Edward gives me an odd look but returns Twitch’s friendly smile.
I’m giving Twitch a death stare. I lay my hand on Twitch’s arm. “What are you doing here?” I sound annoyed.
Twitch’s eyes bounce between us. “Just thought I’d check up on how your date was going.”
My breath catches. “Oh my god!” My cheeks are burning. I could wrap my hands around his neck and throttle him. “It’s not a date.” Well, I don’t think it is.
“And you are?” Edward asks Twitch curiously, with no defensiveness in his tone.
Twitch, the sneaky devil, grabs my coffee and brings it to his lips and starts drinking it. That smug son of a bitch. Wait till I get home—I will devour his chocolate! He gives me a big grin, knowing he’s taunting me. “The name’s Twitch.”
“That’s a strange name.”
All the MC men have weird names. Now I know the meaning of it, I reply. “It’s because of his epilepsy.”
Edward frowns. “Sorry to hear that.”
“It’s all good,” Twitch replies. “Well, what are you guys talking about?”
I kick him under the table.
“Ouch!” He gives me a stern look.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask. Anywhere but here.
He shrugs. “No, I don’t, actually.”
This is not how I expected this coffee catch-up to go. My pager goes off. Saved by the bell.
“Have a good day Twitch, we have work to do.” My tone might as well have said “go to hell.”
“You have a good day too,” Twitch says cheerfully, and I have the urge to stick my rude finger up at him.
“I forgot to give you back your panties that you left in my room. Maybe next time?” he says sheepishly.
I freeze, as if his words just tasered me. He’s a nightmare of a person sometimes! My cheeks are on fire, and I briefly close my eyes, dying of embarrassment. I look around. Two nurses nearby heard him. I can tell from their giggles and whispers.
He sees the look on my face and walks out swiftly.
Yeah, you’d better run, punk! I swear he gets off tormenting me. I turn to Edward. “I’m so sorry about that. I never said it was a date.”
He watches Twitch leave. “Are you two together?”
“No. He just likes to torment me.” In every sense of the word. My pager sounds again. “Let’s get going.”
I dash back to the ER in a daze. The nerve Twitch has to show up and talk like that.
The day passes, and I’m struggling, eager to get home and give Twitch a piece of my mind.
After my shift, I say my goodbyes to the team, but I’m awkward around Edward after I was embarrassed like that.
I hope he doesn’t think I’m lying and went around telling people it was a date. I cringe . . . shame!
Once I’m home, I’m pumped, ready to say what I’m really thinking, but I find Twitch at the bar—drunk.
I clench my jaw, but I smile at the ol’ ladies and sweet butts watching TV. It must be a girly show because there are no men in there. There are MC men in the bar, playing pool and darts.
Twitch downs another shot. When his eyes meet mine, his lips curve up. “How was your date?” he yells out loudly over the top of everyone.
Everyone quiets. My hands tighten on my bag, like I imagine they would around his neck. I give him a psychotic smile. “It was no date.” My voice is strained. “What part of that can’t your small brain comprehend?”
Axle spits beer all over the pool table. Viper laughs out loud. Reaper walks over to me. Oh for God’s sake!
“It was not a date,” I repeat to Reaper, emphasizing each word.
“Do I need to do a background check on him?” Reaper asks firmly.
“Already did it!” Twitch calls out.
I roll my eyes. Of course he did. These men, I swear.
“I’m starving,” I say to Reaper. I leave him to go to the kitchen, where I go straight to the pantry in search of that damn chocolate.
I move the flour, search around the cans, move the large bag of rice. Score! I grab two unopened bars. Even better. I open one, walk back to the bar, and just when Twitch makes eye contact, I take the biggest bite and moan loudly. “This is delicious.”
He’s glaring, and I swear he’s foaming at the mouth. It makes my smile even wider.
“Where’d you get that from?” Cash asks from behind the bar.
I open my mouth to tell everyone about Twitch’s little secret stash, but at the last moment decide against it. “It’s mine. Sorry I can’t share!”
Then I walk toward the stairs. I look over to see Twitch still staring while Mercedez strokes his arm. Then he lets her sit on his lap. The jealousy that scorches my chest is intense, stealing my breath. The taunt cuts deep. Is this payback for having lunch with Edward?
I grit my teeth but say, “Don’t forget to take your tablets, Twitch. You should be aware alcohol can reduce the medication’s effectiveness.” Excessive alcohol can also trigger seizures. Even though he’s made me angry, I still care about him.
I leave before I get a reply, storming up the stairs to my room.
I grab my clothes and go for a shower. How natural it was for him to go back to the way things were before with Mercedez.
I know he’s been drinking, but it’s easy to say no or to get her off him.
My stomach knots, anger and hurt blooming in equal measures.