Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(64)

“How is this funny?” I ask, tapping my toes on the floor in impatience. “And Tracker said he didn’t want Allie anymore, he really wants Lana.”

Arrow sobers. “Stay out of it, Anna.”

I say nothing.

Arrow takes that as me planning to start something—he already knows me too well. “I’m serious. It’s not anyone’s business except Tracker’s. He doesn’t need to feel judged here. He’s free to do as he pleases.”

“I’m not going to say anything,” I say, knowing the disapproval on my face speaks for itself.

“That’s right, you aren’t,” he says pointedly. “I thought we could go for a ride? get some lunch.”

I stand up. “I’d like that. Can we go out the back way?”

He laughs harder. “Babe, stop acting like a prude. Going by the things we did last night, I know you aren’t one.”

My lips tighten. “It’s not about that. I’m embarrassed that I walked in on them! Now I have to look them in the eye. Well, Tracker at least; f*ck Allie.”

He smirks. “You’ll live. Not that I like you seeing any other man naked, but come on, you should see your face.”

I square my shoulders. “Ha-ha, very funny. Now let’s get out of here.”

He reaches out and takes my hand, then brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles.

My heart flutters.

“I’m not f*ckin’ eating sushi today though,” he says, grinning at me. “I want a steak.”

“Fine, I suppose I could go for a steak.”

We walk out hand in hand to his bike. I’m putting my helmet on when Vinnie runs over to Arrow and tells him something in a low tone so I can’t hear.

“Fuck!” Arrow yells, then looks to me. “Anna, I’m going to have to take a rain check, darlin’.”

“Is everything okay?” I ask, stepping closer to him.

“Everything will be fine. I’ll see you tonight. Only leave the clubhouse with an escort—I’m not asking, Anna, I’m telling.”

He kisses me quickly, then gets on his bike and rides away.

I’m still standing there when Tracker walks up to me. “Get a nice show?”

I cringe, closing my eyes for a second. “I’m so sorry, Tracker. Impressive body though.”

And it really is. The man looks like Adonis, all smooth skin and sculpted muscles.

Shame he is Tracker.

I see him smile. “Why you standing out here looking like someone kicked your puppy?”

“Arrow had to go somewhere, it seemed urgent. I hope everything is okay.”

It’s hard to just ignore the fact that things happen, but I’m not able to know what they are, or help out in any way. I just need to wait and hope that nothing goes wrong, that Arrow comes home every night.

Tracker quickly slides his phone out from his jean pocket and presses some buttons. “Fuck, yeah. I have to go too. Sin needs me. Go inside, Anna.”

And just like that, I’m dismissed a second time within ten minutes.

I head back inside to look for a new lunch date, but no one’s around except the prospects. Faye has her own house and is only around sometimes. The rest of the permanent couples all have their own places as well. The only people who live here full-time are Arrow, Vinnie, Rake, Tracker, Allie, and the three prospects who come and go, although it isn’t uncommon for members of other chapters to drop by, or for Rake to bring home a harem of women who don’t want to leave. I’m about to give in and just make myself a sandwich when Lana calls me.

“Hey,” I say, leaning the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Hey, you busy? I thought we could go out and have some lunch.”

I smile. “I’ll come pick you up in ten.”

“Pick me up in what?” she asks, sounding confused.

“One of the guys will bring me in the four-wheel drive.”

“Oh, okay. See you soon then.”

We both hang up, and I go in search of a prospect.

*

“Do you think women prefer alpha males? Or cute, geeky men?” Lana asks me after a bite of pizza.

“Why have you been asking these weirder-than-usual questions?” I ask.

She shrugs, looking down at her plate. “Just curious.”

“Alpha males, definitely.”

She rolls her eyes. “We know that’s you.”

I cough. “Ahem. Tracker.”

She flashes me a sheepish smile. “He’s charming. Sue me.”

“What happened to Dash?” I ask. I’d hoped they would hit it off.

“We’ve spoken a few times but haven’t met up. He’s great, but he’s not Tracker.”

That’s probably a good thing.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Lana. Tracker is my friend, but Allie is still there at the clubhouse with him. I guess you need to decide for yourself and know that I’ll always have your back, no matter what you choose. Or who.”

“Do you think he’s still sleeping with Allie?” she asks, frowning.

Fuck my life.

She gasps. “You cringed, I saw it! That means he is.”

“Lana—”

She holds her little hand up. “Say no more, Anna, say no more.”