“Do you seriously have a death wish?” I scowled. “I’m not afraid of the Jokers, man. The club’s reputation is right there in the name. A joke. And as far as the FBI goes? Taxi can go—”
“What’s going on?” Sierra asked, making her way over to us.
“Nothin’, baby. Tackle and I were just gettin’ a few things straight.” I took a swig of beer.
She slid her arms around my waist, under my cut, pressing her body close and I couldn’t stop a look of triumph in Tackle’s direction.
“Weren’t we?” I pressed as I wrapped an arm around her waist.
He gavehera chin lift, but his eyes were on me. “Straight enough… for now.”
“So everyone’s good?” she asked. “Because I’d really hate it if it weren’t. I care about both of you, and it would really bum me out if two of the people I really super adore were at each other’s throats.” She glanced at both of us with narrowed eyes. “But that’s not what’s happening, right?” When neither of us answered right away, she asked,“Right?”
“Sure,” I said, at the same time that Tackle said, “Right.”
“Excellent,” Sierra said, giving me a squeeze.
“I’m gonna head inside,” Tackle said.
“You do that,” I replied, and watched him walk away.
“What was that all about?” Sierra asked.
I filled her in on the conversation and she dropped her head to my chest. “Oh, dear.”
“What the fuck happened at Quantico?” I asked.
“Oh, we’re not going there.”
I frowned. “Shit, did you fuck him?”
“What?” She reared back like I’d hit her. “No! Oh, my god. Do you really think I’d do that?”
I sighed. “Baby, you were a free agent. I wouldn’t judge you. I wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t judge you.”
“You wouldn’t judge me becauseyouwere fuckingyourway through the Monument phonebook while I was gone?” she bit out.
“Asked and answered, Sierra.”
“Oh, then, maybe Ididfuck him,” she threw back and turned on her heel, heading back inside but not before flipping me off.
I pressed a palm to my eye socket and took a deep breath before following her. Jesus, she’d been in such a good mood earlier, so I hoped to god it wasn’t me that changed it.
It took me a minute to find her, because she was in my room instead of hers. This was a good sign. I loved that she found refuge more and more in what was becoming ‘our’ space.
She was dumping her bag of crystals on my bed and rummaging through them. Probably to find which one would work best to hex me with.
“Baby, what’s goin’ on?”
I heard a sniff and I frowned.
“Are youcrying?”
“Of course I’mcrying?” she snapped. “I’m a girl. Girls cry.”
I took her hand and turned her to face me. “Moonbeam, what the fuck is goin’ on?”
“I just can’t believe you think I’d cheat on you.”