Sweet Dreams (Colorado Mountain #2)(113)

“Tate?” We heard and I turned around to see Tate had stopped but hadn’t straightened and was looking over his shoulder at an advancing Stella, the Queen Biker Babe from Wood’s garage. She approached and took us both in, a grin spreading on her face. “Lauren,” she greeted when she arrived.

“Hi Stella,” I returned, walking back to stand beside the handle of the cart Tate had straightened from.

“You’re at a Deluxe Home Store,” she stated the obvious since we were, indeed, standing in a store called “Deluxe Home Store”.

“Um…” I mumbled, Tate’s arm slid around my shoulders and he hauled me into his side.

“Yeah,” Tate replied. “How’s things, Stell?”

“Hoppin’,” she answered and her eyes moved between the both of us and settled on me. “You okay?”

“Um…” I repeated. “Yeah?” I answered in a question because I was uncertain of her question.

Her eyes went to Tate. “Neeta?”

“Visited Laurie last night,” Tate shared.

“Shit,” Stella hissed.

“She got the papers,” Tate kept sharing.

“Yeah?” Stella asked.

“She’s gonna fight it,” Tate answered.

“Stupid bitch,” Stella muttered.

“Um…” I put in and Tate looked down at me.

“You ever meet Pop?” he asked and I nodded. “Stell is his little sister. I grew up with her too.”

“Practically raised the three of ‘em,” she told me, “even though I was a kid myself.”

“Oh,” I whispered, wondering about this but not having much time to do so.

Stella looked at Tate. “I’ll track down Neet, see if she’s receptive to a chat.”

“Mighta been, if I was livin’ a life where I wasn’t in a f**kin’ home store buyin’ curtains with Laurie. Now, no way.”

“That girl,” Stella whispered. “She never gave away any of her toys.” Her eyes came to me. “And she never shared.”

“I got that from her last night,” I said quietly and cautiously considering Stella might have called Neeta a bitch but she was still Neeta’s aunt.

She read my tone because she stated, “Darlin’, no love lost, trust me. Not a lot of bridges Neeta hasn’t burned.”

“Oh,” I repeated and Stella looked back at Tate.

“Curtains?”

“Don’t have any and Neeta called Lauren out last night through my bedroom window.”

“Christ,” Stella muttered. “How could she be Kyle and Brenda’s?”

Tate made no response so I asked, “Kyle and Brenda?”

“Pop and his wife, Ace. Brenda died when Wood and I were eight, Neet was six. Diabetes,” Tate answered.

“That’s horrible,” I whispered.

“Yeah, horrible normally, more horrible because Brenda was a beauty, inside and out. Pure through and through. Pure goodness. Pure kindness. Pure love. The real deal. A good girl. Everyone loved her,” Stella added and Tate’s arm tightened around my shoulders when she said “a good girl”.

“I’m sorry,” I said to Stella.

“Long time ago, darlin’. Sucks to say but one thing good about it, she didn’t live to see Neeta turn out the way she did and she didn’t live a life like Kyle, puttin’ up with Neeta’s shit,” Stella remarked.

Before I could stop myself, I turned to Tate and started, “But Wood said –”

“Wood blames Pop ‘cause that’s Wood,” Tate interrupted me. “He’s gotta have someone to blame.”

“A trait you two share,” Stella put in smoothly, Tate’s eyes cut to her and his mouth got tight.

My whole body got tight.

They held each other’s eyes and I stood there, supremely uncomfortable while they did it. Something was happening there and I didn’t get it.

Stella proved herself the Queen Biker Babe by not backing down from Tate’s dark look and instead saying, “You two share a lot, Buck.” Her eyes slid to me and then back. “And not just taste in women.”

“That’ll do, Stell,” Tate warned in a low voice.

“You let it go, he finally might be able to,” she went on.

“What’d I say?” Tate asked.

“He took your old lady’s back, Tate,” she reminded him of a fresh memory. “Goes without sayin’ that was big, seein’ as he was thinkin’ Lauren would be on the back of his bike.”

“Stella,” Tate’s tone had degenerated from scary to ominous.

In return, her voice got soft. “Cut him some slack, Buck, all I’m sayin’.”

Tate didn’t speak but a muscle in his jaw jumped.

Stella kept at him. “You get Jonas, and you’ll get Jonas, Tate, Neeta’ll make it a pain in your ass but you’ll get him, what with her history, her record and that ass in her house not to mention Pop and me at your back. Then when you get him, you’ll need all the family you can find. Wood loves that kid. He’d do anything for him. And you’d be a fool to harbor bad blood when you can let it go and build a family for Jonas.”