Page 78 of Allegiance
“Let’s have a look.”
For over twenty minutes, Tank’s mind was on the task at hand.
“It’s fixed,” he said to Dylan.
“What was the problem?”
“The settings were off, and I needed to readjust some other things. It’s good to go.”
“Thanks.” Dylan walked over to the computer and tapped the keys. Soon thewhirof the printer filled the shop as pages spewed out.
Turning to go back to the office, Tank stopped in his tracks at the sound of Quinn’s voice.
“Tank! I had to come all the way to your store just to see you.”
“I’m busy right now.”
“Too busy to say hi to an old friend—emphasis onfriendand notold.” She laughed as she brushed back a few stray hairs from her face. “I’m mad at you.”
The last thing he wanted to do was entertain Quinn in his office when he had so much on his mind. He wanted to get to the restaurant before closing. He knew Cougar and Rubble wouldn’t go inside as long as customers were around; the cardinal rule in the outlaw MC world was to have no witnesses.
“We can talk another time.”
“No way. You’ve been ignoring me for too long, and I want to know why.”
Two things he could say about Quinn Fitzgerald were that she was persistent, and not above causing a scene.
“All right. Come on back.”
With a satisfied smile, she walked past him and straight into his office. She sank into one of the leather chairs and crossed her legs, hiking her skirt higher to reveal more thigh.
“You’re looking good,” she breathed as her gaze lazily traveled over his physique.
Going around the desk, Tank took his seat, tapped some information into his computer on an order, then sent it to Dylan.
“You’re ignoring me,” she whined.
“I told you, I’m busy—working.”
“Why haven’t you returnedanyof my texts or phone calls? After our history together, you owe mesomerespect.”
He pivoted away from the computer and looked at her. “Why the fuck did you let Lena believe you and I were dating?”
Quinn’s eyes widened as she leaned forward. “What? I never told anyone we were dating. Besides, I don’t even know who Leann is.”
“It’sLena, and she owns the bistro on Main Street.”
She looked upward, as if she were thinking hard. “The bistro? Oh, yes, I think I remember her. She was the caterer at Tabby and Dawson’s engagement party, right?” A sweet smile turned up the corners of her mouth.
“You know damn well who she is.”
“Okay, now I remember her, but I don’t engage in conversations with people who are… well… not my type.”
“Cut the bullshit, Quinn. You’re pissed because we’re dating, and you lied to cause trouble. That’s pretty fuckin’ pathetic.”
Anger sparked in her blue eyes. “Is that whatshetold you? You’ve known her for like, two months, andwe’veknown each other since high school. I’m insulted and hurt that you believed her over me.”
“It’s because I know you that I believed Lena. Stop interfering in my life. You and me are history.”
