We moved to the bedroom after I towel-dried us, and I pushed her down on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge.
Then I proceeded to run her favorite lotion all over her body.
Some sweet-smelling floral concoction that always made me want to fall into her touch. She watched me the whole time.
We didn't talk.
There was no need.
She said all she needed to say back at the port.
There was still the shit with the flash drive I was keeping from her, but tonight, I just wanted to enjoy having her in my arms and under my care.
We went to bed naked, and I held her close in my arms the entire night and well into the morning.
* * *
After the shitthat went down at the port, we laid low for the next couple of days, waiting to see how the judge and the mayor would react to their failure.
They didn't disappoint.
The mayor had personally come into one of our clubs a few days after the failed bust. He seemed to know where we were all hanging out, so I was sure some bastard was out there keeping watch on all of us.
I had to be careful, or they might see Ryleigh and report back to her father before everything was resolved.
Dominic was in one of his happier moods, despite the failure of the drop. We both knew things would have been a lot worse had they caught us.
We would all be donning orange jumpsuits now.
And Kai's initiation was coming up, which was what we were discussing when the mayor stopped in for hisfriendlyvisit.
So friendly, he brought along two extra friends in uniform.
Dominic looked up and waved at the mayor.
None of us bothered to stand to greet them, which Mayor Gallagher seemed to take as a personal slight.
“What can we do for you gentlemen?” I asked when they got closer to our table, taking in the man’s short stature and average looks.
That was the only way to describe him.
Average looks, average height, just… average.
With shit-brown hair he brushed to the side and brown eyes against tanned skin, he could have just been any other man off the street.
The man just had one of those forgettable faces.
Unfortunately for him, his face had made its way into my memory.
I would have recognized the fucker even if someone had taken a bat to his face.
I smiled a little over the thought.
“Nothing. We’re just here for a nice visit,” one of the bastard’s officers answered.
I barely glanced at them.
“Nice? Then perhaps you should leave and come back when we’re not closed. We open at six o’clock on the dot. In case you didn’t know,” I said.
