Brayden’s forehead creased. “You think you know enough about him to be getting serious?”
“Well, I mean, we’re still getting to know each other.” And Tor flat-out said he isn’t looking for a boyfriend. So, what does that make me? I shoved the thought aside. “Why do you ask?”
“Look, you know I care about you, right? And I just want to make sure you’re not getting into something too heavy.”
“Bray, if you’ve got something to say, can you get to it already?”
Brayden blew out a breath and ran a hand through his short brown hair. “I was at the Wolfe’s Den last night. I got approved for membership right after the night we visited, but last night was the first time I’d gotten a chance to go. And I…saw something.”
My stomach dropped to my feet. Please don’t let him say he saw Tor with another guy. Please don’t tell me that. I cleared my throat. “What did you see?”
“Wolfe was in this room behind the bar—it might’ve been his office—and I saw him with this guy. Like, he had him up against the wall.”
Oh no. I’m gonna be sick…
“He was choking this guy out, and I don’t know what happened before that, but Wolfe was pissed. It was…” Brayden shook his head. “It was crazy, man. I meant it when I said your guy’s a scary motherfucker, because I wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.”
My breathing had returned to normal after hearing Tor hadn’t actually been screwing someone else up against the wall. “I’m sure he had a reason.”
“Why don’t you seem bothered by that at all?”
“I thought you were gonna tell me you saw him with some other guy.”
“So you couldn’t handle fucking, but you can handle violence? That’s messed up, my man.” Brayden’s tone was lighthearted and teasing, but I could see a hint of concern in his eyes.
The Tor I knew was intense, yeah, but I didn’t think he’d actually hurt anyone, and he’d never let anyone hurt me. He must’ve been protecting someone, or maybe it was someone messing with his club.
“He wouldn’t do anything like that unless he’d been provoked,” I said.
“You sure about that?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Why do I feel like this is suddenly an intervention?”
“It’s not,” Brayden said quickly. “I just… I don’t know. I saw it and I felt like I should tell you, and…you know. Make sure everything’s cool between you two.”
“Of course it is.” I knew I was getting defensive, but Tor had been nothing but the perfect gentleman from day one—outside the bedroom, anyway, which was exactly how I liked it, I was learning.
“Don’t be mad. You’ve just never been in any relationships since I’ve known you, and you’re kind of an innocent.” When my mouth fell open, he held up his hands. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. Calm your tits. It’s just…you…dating Salvatore fucking Wolfe. You gotta admit, that’s heavy.”
I couldn’t hide my smile. “I see what you’re saying. Thank you for looking out for me, but I swear you have nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you seem happy.”
“I am. Promise.”
Brayden’s face relaxed, and then he unwrapped the poppy seed muffin and took a bite. “This isn’t blueberry, but it’ll do.”
“Free’s free,” I said with a shrug.
“You about done? Want to go get a drink somewhere?”
“I would, but Tor’s picking me up soon.”
“Tor?” Brayden’s eyes bugged out. “You call him Tor?”
“Only outside of the bedroom,” I said with a wink.
“Holy fuckballs, Jesse. I’m proud.”
I rolled my eyes and slid out of the booth. “Yeah, yeah.”
“I mean it. And, you know, this is all due to me, right? He wouldn’t even know who you were if I hadn’t dragged you out to the den that night.”
“You want a thank you?”
“Uh, fuck yes, I do. And feel free to let me know what you call him inside the bedroom.”
I grinned at Brayden, who was currently chewing a piece of the muffin he’d stuffed in his mouth, and decided, what the hell? “I call him Wolfe when we’re in the bedroom. And he calls me little lamb.”
Brayden frowned and wiped a crumb off the corner of his mouth. “Okay, Wolfe I get. But little lamb? Don’t wolves eat lam— Ohhhh.” When I started laughing, Brayden shook his head and grumbled, “Okay, now I really fucking hate you.”
When he stood up, I grabbed the broom and swatted him in the ass.
“Hey, take it easy,” Brayden said, rubbing his backside. “I told you I was at the den last night.” Then he waggled his brows and I lost it.
“You’re a deviant, you know that?”
“I do. Damn proud of it.” He balled up the empty muffin wrapper and tossed it in the trash can. “Call me this weekend,” he said, heading for the door. “We’ll do something a little less provocative, since I’m sure your throat needs a break.” I lifted the broom again, and he laughed and jumped out of the way. “I kid, I kid. I meant your ass.”