Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(43)

He grins. “Only you would play it off like that.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t hurt, so it could have been a whole lot worse,” I say quietly.

Rake puts his piece of bread down. “And that’s why they are still breathing.”

“I don’t want anyone hurt because of me,” I tell him, taking a bite of the eggs and chewing slowly. “So who do I need to thank for your good mood this morning?”

He smirks. “They’re still in my bed sleeping if you want to go and take a peek.”

“They? You’re a pig sometimes, Adam,” I say in disgust, enunciating his real name.

“Hey, you asked.”

“And you overshared.”

“Not my fault only one woman can’t satisfy me.”

Bailey had, but I didn’t bring her up.

Instead, I roll my eyes. “When you find the right one, trust me, she’ll be more than you can handle.”

“And until that day,” he replies, “I’m free to explore the many beautiful women who come my way.”

*

Arrow comes into the kitchen just as I’m cleaning up. His hair is damp and he smells delicious, like lime and soap. If he were mine to run my hands over right now, I’d be a happy woman.

“What happened to Jill?” Rake asks him, brows furrowing and completely oblivious to the tension now filling the room.

Arrow’s gaze darts to me quickly, before he clears his throat and answers. “Was done with her.”

“So? You could have passed her on, she was great at giving h—”

I slam the plate I was washing down in the sink, then turn to see the two of them staring at me. “Could you please have this conversation when I’m not here?”

I walk past them and go to find Faye.

Time in the gym is exactly what I need right now.

*

I plop down on the mat, breathing hard, my knees bent in front of me. “That was an awesome kick.”

Faye, lying on her back, turns her head to me. “I know, right? And a man wouldn’t expect it.”

“How long have we been at it?”

“An hour.”

“I better take another shower and get ready for class.”

“What happened with Arrow?” Faye asks, sitting up and looking at me.

“Nosy.”

“Yep,” she replies, grinning. “I love the man and I want him happy. So please tell me there was some progress.”

I nibble on my lip before I reply. “We kissed, and admitted our feelings. I think we’re going to try and make this work, but Arrow needs to talk to Rake first. I’d do it, but I think with how the club works Arrow needs to do what he has to do first.”

“You’re right, let Arrow handle it. You know,” she says, hesitating slightly, “I was good friends with Mary. She was an amazing woman, beautiful and sweet. Never once did Arrow tell her how much he wanted her, or admit his feelings to her.”

“I know I could never replace Mary—”

Faye cuts me off. “Arrow shouldn’t make you feel like you have to.”

I swallow. “He hasn’t. I think it’s more me overthinking things and . . .” I puff out a breath. “I don’t know. But it feels right between us, you know? And I want to explore what we could have. I don’t want Rake to be angry though; I couldn’t handle that.”

Faye nods, understanding flashing in her eyes. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know. Although Dex would kick my ass for getting involved. But Arrow deserves to be happy. He’s stopped drinking as much; we’ve all noticed it. He hasn’t gone to Toxic as much either, and he’s happier, more focused. I think you’ve given him a purpose, Anna, and he needed that.”

“I don’t know about all that,” I say a little shyly, staring down at my hands. “I mean, I think I can make him happy, you know? I hope I can.”

Faye giggles. “You have it bad, Anna Bell.”

I groan at the nickname. “Not you too.”

But really, I was happy. Faye was now my friend, and Arrow was right—she was a good friend to have.

“Hey, it’s catchy,” she replies, standing up and dusting off her pants. “I have to go pick up Clover. I’ll see you tonight, if you’re coming back here.”

“Okay. Thanks for the workout.”

She smirks. “That totally sounded dirty.”

I roll my eyes, my lip twitching. “Seriously?”

She grins and pulls her hair down from its ponytail. “See you around, Arrow’s woman.”

I shake my head to myself as she exits the gym, then I force myself to stand up.

Arrow’s woman.

Damn if I didn’t like how that sounded.





FOURTEEN

HAVE you seen Tracker?” Allie asks me, sticking her head inside my door. Why the hell is she asking me? I’m not Tracker’s keeper. I don’t understand Allie. Is she just a shit person? Or a woman who hides behind her defenses, which in her case would be her bitchiness and general unpleasantness.

“Nope,” I reply. “Haven’t seen him all day.”

He is probably hiding from her. That’s what I would be doing.

She makes a noise of irritation and stomps her foot. “I’m so sick of this shit!”