Page 46 of Army
Chapter Eleven
The low buzzingfilled Mia’s ears and she swatted at the air, but it wouldn’t stop. Cracking one of her eyes open, she groaned when a sliver of sunlight pierced it, and quickly closed her lid. The buzzing had stopped for a few seconds then started up again.
“What the fuck!” She pulled her head up from the pillow and glanced at the nightstand where the phone shook, then looked at the time on the alarm clock: 7:15 a.m. The plan to sleep in until eight o’clock had just disintegrated. Reaching over, she snagged the phone and brought it to her ear.
“Hello?” She coughed, trying to clear her dry throat.
“Hi, Mia. How are you? I hope I didn’t wake you,” an annoyingly cheerful voice answered.
“Who the hell is this?” she asked, sitting up and reclining against the headboard.
“Noe. You sound like I woke you up.”
Fuck!“Uh … yeah … you woke me up.”Please don’t be in Durango.
“Sorry about that. I got into Durango late last night.”
Fuck!“Oh.”
A deep chuckle. “I guess I took you by surprise.”
“Yeah, you did. I’m just not a functioning person until I get some coffee in me.”
A roaring laugh that definitely grated her nerves. “I hear you. Did Shark tell you I was coming?”
“He mentioned it, but he didn’t say when. I didn’t get the impression it was going to be this soon.”I really don’t need this shit right now.Mia grabbed the water bottle on the nightstand and took several sips—it cooled her parched throat.
“I work fast.” Another chuckle. “Just joking. I’m here on some club business.”
“I didn’t think you were still in the MC.”
“I’m not officially, but I’m still a member. Brothers never retire from the club. You should know that.”
Rolling her eyes, she quirked her lips. “I’m not up on MC rules. Vic moved out of the house when he hit eighteen, so I wasn’t involved with what he did. All I know is he’s in a club and they ride motorcycles and probably do a lot of illegal shit to live because he hasn’t had a job that I know of since high school.”
“Watch what you say about the president. You need to show some fucking respect.” Noe’s cheerful tone turned steely. Mia liked steely better—it didn’t piss her off as much. “And you know more than you’re pretending.”
“Like what you’re all into?”
“Not that. That’s always club business and not for bitches.”
“Did you just call me abitch? You phone me at a ridiculously early hour then tell me I’m a bitch?”
“Whoa … I didn’t call you a bitch. I meant it’s not for women.”
“Then say that. You’re telling me about respect and then you’re sayingbitchesinstead ofwomen? I don’t think so.”
“You still got a mouth on you.” Noe laughed dryly, and Mia was sure he wasn’t as challenged by it as Army.
Army. Why can’t I get that guy out of my head? If only I had a shitty time last night.
“Let’s start over. How’ve you been?”
Noe’s voice pushed through her thoughts. “Uh … good.”
“Shark told me you’re competing and that you’re damn awesome. I’d like to see you fight sometime.”
“I’m taking a hiatus right now. I have a lot going on with Finn. I’m sure Vic told you about him getting arrested. I’m trying to take on more clients so maybe I can help bail him out.”
