Page 78 of Handsome Devil
If Dane wanted to speak with me again, after I was such a bitch to him earlier tonight, and he’d stuck around to drive me home when I thought he’d cleared out a while ago, he wasn’t planning to let this lie.
Better we have a screaming match in his car than at the office.
“You wanna send me a text, thirty minutes, let me know you’re home safe?” Jude said.
“I’ll do that. Thanks, Jude.” I wrapped myself around the big biker and we gave each other a solid hug—and I gave Dane a long, hard look over Jude’s shoulder.
That’s right, asshole. You mess with me, you’ve got this guy to deal with.
I thought I saw Dane roll his eyes just a little, though I wasn’t sure.
“’Night, Devi,” Jude said, and he watched me walk over to Dane’s car.
I gave my address to Rolf and got in the back with Dane. Rolf shut my door, then got in the front and off we went.
“Are you kidding me with this?” I said, when Dane said nothing.
“We need to talk. Privately.”
“Fine. But don’t think that means thatthisis off the record if I don’t want it to be. That big dude you just saw hug me? You mess with me, he brings his friends to the party, and I can promise you, it’s not your kind of party. Guaranteed, you’ll break a nail.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I got that.”
I studied him as the streetlights flickered over his handsome face. It was surreal, sitting here in a car with him. I didn’t like it. It was way too close—and too alone—for comfort. There was even a privacy screen up, separating us from Rolf.
“How did you get him to let me get in this car?” I asked.
“I know one of his guys.”
What?
“His guys? Like, Dirty’s team?”
“No. The other guys.”
Christ. Really? Dane Davenport had an in with Jude’s motorcycle club, the West Coast Kings?
Whowasn’tthis guy connected with?
Fuck, that annoyed me. Now I had to worry that Jude’s loyalty might be split between me and Dane Davenport?
Fucking figured.
Still. I knew Jude. He’d expect that text, or he’d be hunting Dane down tonight.
“You better hope I remember to text him that ‘home safe’ text I promised him in twenty-six minutes or so.”
“Set an alarm.”
I almost laughed at how quickly he said that. It was enjoyable to see Dane Davenport actually intimidated by another human being.
I set the alarm. “Alright,” I told him. “You’ve got about four minutes.”
“You just said twenty-six.”
“Until I text my biker friend from the safety of my bubble bath. I live in Yaletown. You’ve got four minutes, absolute tops, before we roll up to my building. And I’m not staying one second longer. So what do you want?”
I stared at him, waiting.
