Page 175 of Wrecked
He extended his hand to Hawk who pulled him in for a hug.
“Be vigilant, both of you.” Z got into the back seat, Anton slid behind the wheel, and the oversized garage door rolled up.
“Let’s get outta here,” Hawk said.
They got in the SUV, she in the back, he behind the wheel. He waited for the hanger door to close before he headed toward home.
“I could use a cigarette,” he uttered.
“Can’t say I blame you,” she replied.
* * *
That evening, Addison had no intention of staying holed up in Hawk’s townhouse. The club was open, and she needed to get out, be around people, listen to music, and feel the fun vibe.
She dressed in a black shirt, black pants. After strapping on her ankle holster, she slipped her secondary weapon in there, pulled on her shoulder harness, secured her Glock. Then, she shrugged into her full-length black duster and returned to the hall bathroom where she fluffed the bangs of her shoulder-length blonde wig and tied on a simple black masquerade mask.
She was armed and she was ready.
With her combat boots in hand, she made her way to Hawk’s bedroom. She found him in his walk-in closet pulling on black jeans. His tanned and muscular back caught her eye. Despite everything going on, she paused to soak him up. He was easy—too easy—on the eyes.
“How do I look?” she asked as he slipped into a white shirt.
He turned, his gaze met hers, and that familiar zing of energy shot through her. He raked his eyes over her, slowly. “So damn hot.”
If she could halt time, she’d would. Life was easy and perfect when it was just the two of them.
“You sure you don’t want to stay in?” he asked. “I can think of a much better way to spend our evening. And I promise you, it’s completely stress free.”
She released a sigh. He was right. They could stay in, avoid the world. Instead, she shook her head. “I’m not scared. If someone is stalking me, I want them to know I won’t hide. I feel like we have a better chance of catching them if we’re out. Otherwise, I’m here forever. I’ll never give anyone that much control.”
He curled his fingers under her chin, tipped her face toward his, and pressed his lips to hers. “That’s one of my favorite things about you. Total badass.”
“Yes, I am.”
He took a step back. “Button me up, boss.”
With a whisper of a smile brightening her eyes, she fastened his shirt. On went his shoulder harness, after which he secured one weapon in the holster and tucked his primary Glock behind his waist. He draped a sport coat over his arm and slid into his black loafers.
“I’m way too dressed up for the club,” he said. “But I’m not leaving my weapons in the office. What the hell good is that?”
She pulled open her duster revealing her shoulder holster. “Back up’s on my ankle.”
“TherealAddison Skye,” he said with a smile. “My sultry, beautiful, brilliant badass.”
After she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, they left his bedroom.
On the first floor, he asked, “Do you think the person or group has been coming to our club?”
“No way. Do you?”
“Doubtful, but while we’re there, I’m gonna run a member search to see if anyone is on a terror watch list.”
“Seriously?”
“Everyone there knows you’re the owner. It’s not hard to find you. I think we should take our names off our website and pull them from social media.”
“I don’t want it to look like I’m running scared.”
