Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Cat was coming out of the kitchen when I got to the bar, and she stopped when I called out to her.
“Cat. You seen Harlowe?”
Cat cocked her head toward the far wall where the clubhouse connected to the private garage, which had the custom shop on the other side. “She and Dom headed out to the shop after we ate. He wanted to work on his bike, and she offered to help.”
I nodded as I started toward the exit. “Probably felt comforted by watching like she used to do with her dad,” I mused. Cat laughed, and I glanced back with a confused frown.
“Yeah, that’s why she went with him. To watch.” I waited for her to explain her comment, but she just kept laughing and strolled toward the back offices.
“Does every woman in my life have to be a pain in the ass lately?” I muttered to myself. Rider was in the garage cleaning tools, and I grunted in response to his greeting as I stalked to the other side and the entrance to the shop bays. I yanked the door open and marched inside. The lights were on, and there was hard rock blasting from the speaker system. My gaze swept around until it finally landed on Dom.
He was squatting next to a lift that had his ride parked on it. Even bent down like he was, he was hard to miss. Dom was a big guy. Not only was he at least six and a half feet, but he was also a former UFC fighter and kept himself in top shape. Women seemed to fawn over him, and even though I knew he would never betray a brother by going after his girl, I made a mental note to tell Dax not to assign him to Harlowe when I couldn't be with her.
I crossed the garage, but he didn’t hear me approach over the music. I glanced around, expecting to see my girl standing or sitting in a chair nearby, watching. But when I didn’t spot her, I was about to demand to know where the fuck she was when I heard her voice from the other side of the bike.
“Your lube is shit, Dom.”
My eyebrows shot up at her comment, then furrowed at his reply.
“Had to try something new. Spit just wasn't getting the job done, honey.”
Harlowe snorted and a wrench came flying over the seat. It would have hit Dom in the head if he hadn’t been squatting down. “Hey! That almost hit me!”
There was another loud snort before Halrowe popped up holding a torque wrench and grinned at Dom. “Don’t be so anal.”
He bursted out laughing so hard he stumbled backward, and I found myself fighting a grin at Harlowe’s cheeky response. I already felt less stressed from my day, just being in her presence, but her sass was sexy as hell and had my cock hardening to steel.
“By the way, if you hadn’t been so impatient and started at three-quarters of the final torque, then went back around, you wouldn’t have ended up with a loose head bolt.”
If it was possible, my jaw would have been on the ground and my dick would have busted through my zipper.
“It’s hot as hell that you know more about building an engine than I do,” Dom teased.
A red haze played at the edges of my vision as the Neanderthal inside me growled with possessive jealousy. I didn’t like the way Dom was admiring my girl, and I was just enough of a bastard to want all of Harlowe’s smiles directed at me.
“Your phone broken, brother?” I barked, startling them both.
Dom’s eyes widened at my expression, and he instinctively backed up a step. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and cringed when he looked at the screen. “Shit. Sorry, man. I had the ringer on, so it didn’t vibrate, but I didn’t hear it over the music.” He winced again as he scrolled through his calls. “Fuck, Dax called four times in the last hour. He’s gonna kick my ass.”
I didn’t bother commenting since we both knew it was true. I was tempted to get the beating started, but then my eyes landed back on my girl. I started toward her, and to my surprise, her hazel eyes were wary as she watched me come closer.
“Been looking all over for you, angel.”
She raised an eyebrow and stared me down, that saucy attitude sparking to life. “Sounds familiar,” she snipped. I cocked my head to the side in question, and she huffed a breath before marching around the lift and tossing the wrench on one of the worktables that stretched the length of the room, separating the bays. “What happened to a couple of hours?”
I nearly smiled at the put-out tone of her voice. I didn’t see Harlowe as the kind of girl who pouted for effect, which meant she’d missed me. “Got held up with club business, angel. I’ll make sure to call next time.”