She smiled at me. “Well, you just let me know if you want it and it’s yours.” She turned and shot Jackson and Connor a quick look. “Boys, you know I love you in here, but…” she cleared her throat. “Sheriff Watts was by yesterday looking for you.”
I raised a brow at the two of them, but Jackson just shook his head. “Misunderstanding, Marge. You know Con and I.”
“I know you boys always do what’s right by people around here, just thought I’d mention it.”
Connor nodded. “Thanks.”
CouldI stay there in Parker? What, let go of all that crap I’d dealt with in the city, work at the diner, and live the country life?
…With Connor and Jackson?
The thought had me blushing all over again as the wicked fantasies of the night before came rushing back.
“Would you mind excusing me for a second?” I bit my lip and smiled at my two strange rescuers. “I just need to grab my phone from the car.”
Jackson frowned. “I wouldn’t use your cell,” he coughed. “I mean, if youwererunning from anything,” he added with a cocky grin.
I shook my head. “Just want to check my mail, figure some things out.”
Connor’s jaw broke into a grin. “Figure some things out like moving to Parker?”
I grinned and wagged my eyebrows at him as I slid out of the booth. “Maybe?”
I felt like a crazy person as I walked away. God, I was really thinking about it - about staying right here in this little town and letting everything else drift behind me. I felt safe here, and like I could start something new, and I knew that had everything to do with the two bikers.
I could feel their eyes on me as I walked away, and I felt a naughty thrill rush through me as I put a bit more sway to my hips before turning and winking at them.
This wassonot me - flirting so openly with two rough men like this? And yet, it felt just so natural with them - it felt like Ibelongedwith them.
I slid into the driver’s seat of my car, shaking my head. Was I really ready to move here?
With them? GOD yes.
I blushed at the thought as I reached for my phone.
I don’t know what it was that caught my eye - maybe a flash of the sun off the windshield or something - but something sure enough caught my eye enough to make me glance up at the review mirror.
Oh God no…
I could feel the fear shoot through me like fire. There, behind my car across the street getting out of his red Porsche, wasJoe.
And he was looking right at me, his face a mask of rage.
I acted before I could even think, slamming the door shut and almost screaming as I scrambled to jam the keys into the ignition. The car roared to life, and this time Ididscream as Joe was suddenly right beside my car, pounding on the window.
“Get the fuck out of the car, bitch!” He roared, slamming his fist against the glass.
I screamed as I shoved the transmission into reverse and gunned the engine, watching Joe lurch away from car as I peeled back out of the parking space.
Jackson, Connor, help me!
It was the only thought in my head as I roared away, watching in my mirror as Joe ran for his car.
7
Jackson
We wereout the door like fucking lightning the second we heard the car spin out. I’d seen Abby’s silver Honda hauling down the road past the diner, but it was when we saw the red sports car go peeling after her that I think we put it together.