Her eyes met mine.“You planning on doing it again?”
“If you let me.”
Her smile turned wicked.“Maybe later.”
I knew I had shit to deal with back at the clubhouse, but fuck if I didn’t want to deal with any of it.“Give me a couple of hours, and I’ll be back, yeah?”
“I’ll be here, handsome.”
I couldn’t resist her.I couldn’t walk out of here without tasting her again.I leaned forward, and my lips brushed against hers.I didn’t care who saw.Tempi was the only thing I was thinking about.
She gasped and leaned into me.“Are you sure you need to leave?”she whispered.
I smiled against her lips.“Yes, but I’ll be back.”I pulled back and took a twenty out of my pocket.I dropped it on the bar and looked over at where Swift had wandered.His back was to me, and he was pretty much just staring at the wall.I let out a whistle to get his attention, and he turned to me.
“You done?”he called.
I chuckled and headed toward the door.“I’ll be back, Tempi,” I called.
The walk back to the clubhouse was silent, even though I could tell that Swift wanted to say something.We got to the front door and I turned to him.“Say it,” I said.
He held up his hands.“I ain’t got nothing to say.”
“Spit it out,” I growled.
He looked at me.“You think now is the best time for this?”
“What?”
“Hooking up with some chick when we’ve got a shit storm headed our way?”
That irritated me.“She’s not some chick,” I growled.“And we can handle whatever shit comes our way.It doesn’t matter if I’m with Tempi or someone else.I am focused on the club.”
Swift nodded.“Well, then, good.You’re the prez, and you know what you’re doing.Carry on.”He held up a finger.“Though I will say, since this is your stance on the whole Tempi thing, don’t fuck it up.”
“First you didn’t think it was a good idea for me to be with Tempi, and now you’re telling me not to fuck it up?”I laughed.
Swift shrugged.“I was never against you being with Tempi, I just think the timing sucks.”
I couldn’t disagree with that.“I can handle Tempi while figuring out who is targeting us.”
Swift nodded.“Good.See if you can get me her friend’s phone number then.”
“Britta?”I asked.
Swift nodded.“If that’s her name.”
I shook my head.“I’ll see what I can do.”
We walked into the clubhouse and soon discovered whoever had thrown the brick was like a damn ghost.
I wasn’t surprised when Push and Rev told me that it seemed like everyone had gone temporarily blind.Everyone on the block had said they didn’t see a thing.
Bullshit.
We were so far behind on knowing who was behind this shit, and none of us knew how to get ahead.
A couple hours passed with nothing new to report.No strange cars, no shady figures, no more bricks.But none of us relaxed.
