Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Trying to pull herself together, she leaned back slightly from Talon’s body. “It was that Vengeance guy. They were in the courthouse parking lot when I got out of work. He wouldn’t get out of my way even when I tried to step around him. I took a picture of him and sent it to the guards at the front door. Someone came to help me.”
“So, they followed you out of the parking lot to mess with you when you were out of the reach of the security guard?” Kade asked, his tone getting even harder.
“Yes. They partially surrounded my car and beat on it. Is it okay? Did they leave dents?” she asked, pushing away from Talon’s body and dropping her feet toward the ground.
“I don’t see any damage, Talon,” Breaker reported.
“Your car’s okay,” Talon assured her as he relaxed his arms to allow her to slide down his body to stand. “Go look and reassure yourself.”
“Come with me?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Breaker shined the light he held in his hand along the sides of the car on both sides, allowing her to inspect it herself. Elizabeth didn’t touch the paint. The car would have to be washed before she did that.
“This was the same jerk from the market?” Kade asked.
“Yes.”
“Any idea why he was at the courthouse?” Kade questioned her.
“He’s a criminal? I don’t know but I’ll find out tomorrow,” Elizabeth promised.
Steele turned to look at the MC members gathered around. “Doc, Faust, Storm, King, Bear, saddle up. We’re going to pay a friendly visit to the Jesters.”
“Friendly?” Kade questioned. “I’m coming, too.”
“Of course, you are,” Steele said as if he knew he didn’t even need to say Kade’s name. “We’re going to start friendly.”
Chapter
Twelve
Talon drew her away from the other club members and sat on a bench outside the repair facility. Scooping her up to sit on his lap, he rocked her slowly. “I’m sorry, Buttercup.”
“I’m used to people threatening me at work. I’ve never had someone come after me outside of the courthouse. And why? I don’t know this guy. I’ve talked to him twice now and he’s just a bully.”
“The Devil’s Jesters are a club very different from ours,” Talon told her, brushing her hair back from her face.
“They’re all violent assholes?” popped out of her mouth.
Talon chuckled. “We have our share of that type, too. The difference rests in our focus. The Jesters thrive on chaos. The Guardians thrive on protection.”
“They protected me tonight. I was never so glad to see a horde of motorcycles speeding toward me as I was tonight.”
“I’m glad. I’m sorry I couldn’t get there faster.” Talon hugged her hard and looked so sad, Elizabeth couldn’t help but jump in to take away the guilt he felt.
“I bet you were at your house making dinner for us. You were trying to take care of me that way. Who knew this jerk was going to show up at the courthouse?”
“I do have some cheesy potato soup in the crock pot.”
When her stomach growled in response, Talon asked, “Did you eat the lunch I sent with you?”
“I didn’t have time. My day was packed. A case spilled over into my lunch break.”
“Shall we go home and feed you? Or would you rather stay here for a bit longer? Gabriel or Bear will have food ready for the MC.”
“I want to go to your house.”
“Let’s go.”
In a few moments, they departed through the gates with Talon following Elizabeth home. When he escorted her into his house, she sighed with pleasure.
“I could love this house,” she admitted, shrugging out of her blazer and folding it carefully over the couch.
“I’m glad. I’m hoping you will decide to make your home here with me,” he told her as he took her things from her hands. “That’s too much to think about tonight. Come eat.”
Eagerly taking his hand, Elizabeth allowed him to lead her over to the table. She could tell how he’d literally dropped everything to come after her. “You broke a bowl,” she said, pointing to the shards.
“I did. You were more important than the bowl. I didn’t like these anyway,” he told her. Talon dropped a kiss on her head before efficiently cleaning up the mess and dishing up a big bowl of soup for them.
When they were settled at the table with Elizabeth on his lap, he blew on the surface of the hot soup before holding it to her lips. “Here, Buttercup. Let’s fill that tummy.”
After swallowing, Elizabeth looked at him gratefully. “That’s wonderful.”
“Do you like oyster crackers?” he asked, opening a bag of small, round crackers meant to go in chowders.
“By themselves. They’re fun to snack on.”
“Here.” He poured a few on a small plate for her and pushed it close.
After popping two in her mouth, she chewed happily as he tried the soup. “These are good.”