Last Ride (Wind Dragons MC #5.5)(28)

Faye

“I DON’T wanna go on a f*ckin’ blind date,” Ronan growls, moody, as you would be if you found out a girl chose Eric over you. “If I wanted a woman, I’d go out and get one. Do I look like I need your help?”

“She’s a babe.”

“Don’t care.”

“She’s a gymnast,” I add, winking at him. “Very flexible.”

She isn’t really, but he doesn’t need to know that until he’s on a date with her. He stares at me a moment, sighs, then leaves the room. “Forget Steph! She’s stupid!”

“Smooth,” Arrow says, grinning.

“Shut up.”

“I had my date last night.”

“And?”

He just smiles in reply.

“Good work, Arrow,” I say, planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek, which he wipes. “I’m sure Anna can’t walk right today.”

He shakes his head at me. “Thanks for the ideas.”

“What are friends for if not to help them get laid and plan their sex clothes?”

“What?” he asks, looking confused.

Keep up, Arrow, keep up.

I went with Anna to Victoria’s Secret, and we picked out some cute lingerie for her to wear for Arrow. With Arrow, I helped him pick Anna’s present, a diamond bracelet with a turtle charm on it, although don’t ask me why, because I have no idea.

“Never mind. Did you do the candlelit dinner?” I ask him, genuinely interested.

He nods. “She loved it.”

“Winning.”

I lift up my fist; he bumps it.

I walk out of the kitchen, but not before saying, “Remember that time I saw your penis and thought that was why they called you Arrow? Good times, right?”

I leave before he can reply.

When I walk outside the clubhouse to see where Colt is, the next person I come across is Irish. I forgot to ask him what happened with Tina in the end, about the whole Darren thing, even though they obviously managed to make up over it. “So is Darren no longer a name we can’t mention?” I ask him. “Or is he still our very own Voldemort?”

He lifts his head from where he’s working on his bike. “We talked it out. She was pissed. Whatever you said to her, it helped though. Your mouth should be labeled as a weapon.” He pauses, cringing. “Fuck, that’s not what I meant. You have the gift of the gab, is all.”

“Maybe I kissed that rock in Ireland. What’s it called?”

“Blarney Stone,” he says, looking amused. “Yeah, maybe you did.”

“I’m glad all is well in your world, Irish,” I say, crouching down and kissing his cheek. He looks a little surprised, but then smiles back.

“You know I love you like a sister, right?”

I nod, stand, and walk back inside, bumping into Tracker. I smile up at him and ask, “How did everything go at the book signing after I left?”

He shrugs and puts his hands in his pockets. “Okay, fine. I like going to them. I like the attention. Fuckin’ sue me.”

“Don’t say that to a lawyer.”

“You’re the sketchiest lawyer I’ve ever met, Faye,” he replies, blue eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’re the sketchiest book-cover model I’ve ever met.”

“True.”

“Tracker?”

“Yeah?”

I hug him. “I adore you. Always have. You know this, right?”

He places his hand on my back, then asks me softly if I’m dying.

I’m about to reply, when Rake walks up and hugs me from behind so I’m a Tracker and Rake sandwich. “What’s going on?”

“Faye’s telling everyone she loves them. I think she’s dying.”

“You haven’t told me you love me,” Rake says, sounding offended. I let go of Tracker’s waist and spin in the sandwich so I’m facing Rake and my back is to Tracker. “I love you, Rake. I’m happy you found Bailey and Cara and stopped f*cking random whores.”

“I love you too, Faye,” he says, clearing his throat. “But why does it sound like you’re saying good-bye? We’re all growing old together, and we already know how much you care about us. Fuck, don’t think any woman would put up with our shit with a smile on her face. And you’re everything to us too, to this club. Ever since you walked through that door, pregnant, with that mouth on you, fate decided. You’re a Wind Dragon. Now stop this mushy shit. Let’s go get drunk before the kids get home from school.”

He steps back, freeing me. I kiss him on the cheek. Rake has his random sweet moments, and I just experienced one.

I see Vinnie later that evening, and I run over to him as he pulls up on his bike. As soon as he gets off the bike, I give him the biggest hug. I remember the first time I saw Vinnie. A prospect I remember thinking was too much of a nice guy to be in the life. I remember his bravery on the night Mary was killed. We’ve always been close, Vinnie and I. To the rest of the men, he’s Wolf, but to me, he will always be Vinnie.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, hugging me back. “Faye?”

“I was just thinking about when we first met,” I say, pulling back and smiling at him. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, right?”