Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(62)
“I don’t know Ames, I wish I had been able to be there for you throughout the Tom situation, but I can be here now. And I can tell you for a fact, the men around here are intense and seriously hot. And they have a way of getting into your head and your heart. But this is a conversation that is way complicated to have without my old friend coffee. Lets consume some of this heavenly drink and mull it over.” I instructed, squeezing her knee. “But, you have my support whatever you decide, don’t let fear stop you from exploring this thing with Brock.”
“When did you get such an expert?” Amy asked as we walked towards the kitchen, and closer to the coffee that I needed to inject into my bloodstream.
“Didn’t say I was an expert, just making it up as I go along.” I confessed.
“Well that makes me feel shit loads better.”
“If this all turns to shit we could always run away together and buy a house in the Caribbean?” I suggested over my shoulder seriously.
After dissecting every piece of information I could out of Amy, I got showered and dressed to get ready for Cade picking me up and taking me out for Brunch. Not that he would ever say the word ‘brunch’ I didn’t think his body would physically be able to produce the word. He managed to sneak out at some point during my discussion with Amy. That man had some serious stealth skills. I put the finishing touches on my outfit, my mind ticking over everything that Amy had told me. How could I be so wrapped in my own life that I didn’t realize my best friend was going through some serious inner turmoil? And not realizing she was in love with someone? Shit I was officially the worlds worst best friend, I was so poisoned by Jimmy that I isolated myself, only seeing Amy a couple of times a week, and when I did see her, she spent most of her time trying to convince me to stay away from Jimmy. I was lucky that she had stuck by me, even after I had ignored her advice. I fiddled with my earring, trying to think if Amy had ever mentioned Tom before, I was pretty sure she hadn’t, I was curious and she hadn’t even told me his last name so I couldn’t Facebook stalk him.
“Cute dress Gwennie, from the store?” Amy’s voice shook me from my thoughts.
I turned to see her lounging on my bed. Maybe everyone had crazy stealth skills? Or it was more likely I retreated into my mind so much I had no awareness of the world around me.
“Yeah it only came in on Saturday, almost sold out already.” I told her, focusing on the conversation at hand.
“No wonder, good advertising, you going out in that. Every woman in this town will be wanting one.” She told me looking me up and down.
I laughed, checking my appearance in my mirror one last time. My dress was a white and blue print, similar to a Greek tile design. It had capped sleeves, a plunging neckline and a slightly flared skirt finishing well above my knees. I had paired it with white strappy sandals and a blue bag. God I loved owning a clothing store.
“Oh before I forget, can you please handle the store on Friday when I go and pick Ian up from the airport?” I asked, dropping some lip-gloss in my Fendi.
Amy’s face paled slightly. “Ian?”
“Yeah Ian, my brother? He’s coming to stay for a couple of days, remember?”
Amy stood, still looking off.
“You never told me he was coming.” She accused, sounding slightly irritated.
I frowned. “Didn’t I? Sorry I thought I did, my brain is all over the place at the moment.” I paused, not being able to place the expression on her face, what was with the reaction?
“He’s staying here?” She asked strangely.
“Yeah of course, its not like we don’t have the room. I want to make the most of the time he’s here, we should have dinner tonight and plan some activities.”
Amy narrowed her eyebrows at me.
“Are you ok? You never make that expression you always say it gives you premature wrinkles.” I teased.
“Yeah fine. And it does.” She answered changing her expression. She got up off the bed, and walked towards the door. “I’m going for a run, will see you later.” She announced.
My eyes widened and my spidey senses kicked in. A run? Amy didn’t run. She watched what she ate specifically so she didn’t have to endure ‘torture disguised as exercise.’ I didn’t have time to think anymore on this as I heard Cade’s bike pull up. I rushed downstairs calling out a goodbye to Amy, promising myself to get to the bottom of her behavior tonight. As I stepped outside I drank in the sight of Cade, sitting on his bike, sunglass clad and looking too sexy for his own good. He was wearing all black, like usual, the tee under his cut tight enough I could see the outline of his muscles underneath. His hair was delightful messy as usual, falling to his chin. It seemed he was checking me out also, but was doing it with furrowed brows.
“We might have to take my car Cade.” I called out. “This dress won’t travel well on a bike.” I gestured down my body, grabbing my keys out of my purse, waiting for him to get off his bike. He pushed off his bike, striding towards me and snatched my keys out of my hand.
“Hey!” I protested. “Didn’t anyone teach you its rude to snatch?”
“Go inside and get changed.” He ordered, voice gruff.
I stared at him a moment, then pushed my sunglasses onto my head.
“Excuse me?” I asked menacingly, in the tone that every man should recognize from a woman. That was the, ‘if you don’t reconsider what you just said shit is going to go down’ kind of tone. Cade obviously wasn’t familiar with this tone.