Page 107 of Crow
CHAPTER19
Silvia satin the chair beside Angie’s desk, picking at her peeling bright red nail polish.
“Should I come back?” she said in a low voice.
Angie held up a finger, signaling her friend to wait, and cradled the phone receiver in the crook of her neck.
“No, Sheriff Wexler, he hasn’t come back, at least not since I left this morning for work.”
“I’ll send out a patrol car to drive around your neighborhood a few times tonight.”
“That would be great. Thanks.”
“I’ll be in touch.”
She hung up the receiver and rubbed the back of her neck.
“Was the cop asking about that murder again?” Silvia asked in a hushed tone as her eyes darted around the room.
“Not really. It was about that guy scratching at my window screen last night. Remember I told you about it this morning when we had coffee in the break room.”
“Oh, that creep. Damn girl, you were lucky Crow was with you.”
“I know.”
“And speaking of your handsome biker, when are we going to go on a double date? I met this cutie the other day, and he invited me to go dancing this weekend. What about you and Crow joining us?”
“I’m not sure what we’re doing on Saturday. He said we’d go out for a drink, so I think he has a place in mind. Let’s make it another time.”
“Okay. I hope this guy turns out to be a keeper—or at least someone I can go out with for a few months. Lately, I’ve been meeting duds.” Silvia propped an elbow on the desk’s edge and rested her chin in her hand. “I felt a spark with this one, so that’s something, right?”
“For sure. Sparks are good.”
“Do you feel them when you’re with Crow?”
More like fireworks.“Yeah,” Angie said nonchalantly.
“Aren’t you afraid he’s a player? I mean, that club has wild parties and women who live there purely to service the bikers. Can you believe that? A friend of a friend’s friend went to one of their bashes and said it was out of control.”
The memory of Ruby’s voice in the background when Crow had called her the night they were meeting up at Alfonso’s flashed through her mind.
“Does he live at the club?”
“Why would he live at a clubhouse?”
Silvia laughed. “You better understand what an outlaw MC is if you’re going to be involved with one of the members. The Night Rebels’ clubhouse is big—like a huge house or something. A lot of the bikers live there and have their own rooms.”
“Are you sure you haven’t been to one of their parties?” Angie cocked her head and looked at Silvia with teasing eyes. “You certainly know a lot about this club. Are you a closeted groupie?”
Her friend pushed back in the chair. “No way. I’m not into those guys. I like dark-haired men with mustaches who love to dance cumbia and reggaeton. Add in a white or black cowboy hat, leather boots, and a fancy belt buckle, and I melt.” She giggled.
“I’d always been attracted to the more academic, book-worm type of guy, not the strong, brooding, and dangerous type. I don’t know but something about Crow draws me to him. I can’t explain it.”
“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing for you to lose yourself for once. You’ve had nothing but a string of disastrous blind dates. I’ve never seen you show interest in the men you’ve met at the dance clubs.” Silvia tipped her head in Joey’s and Damon’s direction. “There are slim pickings around here, so have a good time with your biker, but be careful not to fall for him. Those guys like to play the field, and you don’t need that.”
Sighing, Angie leaned back in her desk chair. “No, I don’t. I’ve already been throughthat.” Confusion snaked through her. In her gut, she didn’t think Crow was the type of guy to betray a woman he cared about, but her common sense told her to heed Silvia’s warning and take it for what it was—a fun time with a hot macho man.”
“Are you two finished prattling? If not, then take it outside. Not everyone gives a shit about the low-lives you’re attracted to.”
