She wrotetraffickingdown. “What else?”
“A couple of minors, speeding, drinking, trespass, all ancient history now.”
They were added to her list.
“So what are you thinking?” he asked. “Bail?”
“Yes, a scheduled amount should do it.”
“And then?”
“Then you turn up in court, with a good lawyer, apologize, point out no shots were fired and you cooperated, and you’ll be on your way. You’re not likely to ever be issued an actual weapon’s license though.”
“Didn’t expect to be.” He reached out and set his hand over hers. “Will you be my lawyer, that day in court?”
“No.” She pulled her hand back. “I’m going home, to Pierce.”
“What? Because of this? Fuck, you saw those guys. I had to pull a gun.”
“No, not the gun.” She stood. “Because of the fact I’m here representing you now, as you, as Brooklyn, and no doubt Hudson and Wyatt, all of you, had planned.”
“You’re talking in damn riddles.”
“I’m talking about the fact you made me…”
“Made you what?”
Her heart squeezed and her throat tightened. “You made me care, goddamn it, Carter.” She pressed her palm to her sternum. “Here, and it was all one-sided.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You just wanted an attorney to work for free, and it looks like you’ve got your wish. But it’s just this once.” She dug into her purse and pulled out a sheaf of papers. “Sign these and I’ll post your bail, get you out. After that, you’re on your own.”
“Fuck, don’t be like this. Let’s talk about it, I—”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Actions speak louder than words and I’ve seen the actions.”
He snatched up the pen, his mouth an angry line, and set to the paperwork, his signature a harsh dark scrawl. “Here.” He pushed the papers and pen her way when he’d finished.
She picked them up and stood. “Shouldn’t take long, and you’ll be back at the compound with your club brothers and your utterly charming ex and your scheming mother.”
“Fuck, don’t be like this, Leah. I care, too, you know, here.” He pressed his chest.
“Funny way of showing it.”
“Goddamn it, I was about to shoot that guy’s brains out for you.”
“Very romantic.” She dropped her pen into her purse. “Thank goodness you didn’t. There’s no amount of paperwork that would get you bail for murder.”
“I would have shot him. I still might just because he touched you.” He stepped around the table and crowded her with his bulk.
She took a step back, toward the wall. Her shoulders hit it.
He followed, trapping her. “As you know, I don’t take kindly to anyone touching my woman.”
“I’m not your woman, Carter.” She stared up at him. “Please, get out of my way.”
“No.” His voice was practically a growl.