I frowned. “You want—oh. You don’t want to involve the other clubs because you want to be able to go to them and tell them you cleaned it all up, so you and the Blue Angels will have all the power.”
“This is why you don’t tell smart women shit like this—they figure out your motives within minutes. What do you think about that, darlin’? You wanna be married to the king of Waco?”
“You’re not the king. And we’re not married.”
“Not yet. On either account.”
“I still can’t believe you’re the type of man that wants to be settled.”
“You get tired, you know?”
“Yeah, it must’ve been really exhausting to have all the club groupies throw themselves at you. Mindless, string-free fucking. Sounds rotten. Why did you trade all of that for me?”
“Who says I traded?” he joked.
I reached out and pinched his thigh.
“Woman, you took a lot of work to get into bed.”
“Yeah, like two weeks—if that. God, do I feel bad for you.”
He laughed mischievously. “You know what I mean. You were worth it. Youareworth it. I knew what I was getting when I went for you, Mia.”
“What’s that, Colt?”
“Fishing for compliments isn’t your style.”
He fell asleep with my hands stroking his back, a smile on his face.
Chapter 22
“Bishop toldKnight about the change in our meeting point. They’ll meet us in Dallas,” Zip said early the next morning over breakfast at the clubhouse.
“Who’s Bishop?” I asked as I put two pieces of bread into the toaster.
“VP of the Coeur d’Alene brothers,” Colt said.
“So, Zip’s equal of the Idaho boys.”
“No one is my equal,” Zip said, leaning back in his chair and flashing an arrogant grin.
“Saints preserve us,” I muttered.
Colt chuckled. After a good night’s sleep, he looked rested and alert.
“Want me to rouse the brothers and get them ready to ride?” Zip asked.
“I want them here.”
Zip frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“I’m taking Mia to meet with Campbell. You’ll greet Knight in my stead. Everyone else stays.”
“Wait a second. You’re asking boys from another chapter to come and have our backs, told them to meet us in Dallas instead of here where we can welcome them with a bonfire and party, and now you want me to be the one to greet the president? Respectfully, it needs to be you, Colt. Prez to prez.”
“I’ve talked to Knight on the phone. Explained to him why I need to speak with Campbell first. He trusts me. And he’s not gonna care. Not with Rex pussy waiting for him.”
I choked on my coffee.