Rock Chick Revolution(45)



“I know,” Hank growled, his thoughts on that matter not hidden even in those two words.

Again, I sighed.

“What I don’t know,” Hank stated. “Is why you saw a strange man walking out of my sister’s apartment and sitting in her parking lot, holding a box you knew was a detonator, and you didn’t phone the police.”

“The police?” Kevin asked, like the concept of law enforcement was foreign to him.

Hank said nothing, obviously realizing this conversation would lead to nothing good. But I saw his jaw clench.

The Kevster clearly also decided conversing longer with Hank would lead to nothing good, so he gave up, looked my way and kept going. “So, obviously, I missed you. Luckily I came up as you were comin’ up and,” he flicked out his hands, “we’re all breathing.”

“Where’s Rosie now?” Eddie asked, and Kevin looked at him.

“My place,” he answered.

“Mace, roll out,” Lee ordered, but Mace was already moving to the door.

I looked back at Kevin. “Why would Rosie think I’d help him?”

“’Cause you guys are buds,” The Kevster informed me.

“Since when?” I asked.

The Kevster looked confused. “You’re not buds?”

“He got my best friend in a situation where she nearly got kidnapped to Costa Rica,” I replied. “No, we’re not buds.”

“Dudette, that was like, years ago. Forgiveness is divine,” Kevin told me.

“Kicking ass feels better,” I replied.

At my words his eyes got big and he grinned a goofy grin. “You are so totally badass.” Then he threw his arms up in the air and cried, “Rock Chicks rule!”

This was true, all of it, but I didn’t get the chance to agree with him. Lee took over.

“There are uniforms in reception. You’re goin’ with Eddie now and making your statement. Then, until this shit blows over, you’re in my safe room.”

The Kevster’s eyes stayed big, but for a different reason this time.

He bounced in his seat and cried, “Dude! No! You have a no-smoking policy!”

“Man, you nearly got blown up today,” Lee reminded him. “You can stay here and stay off the weed or you can go out there and take your chances. Your choice. You got two seconds to make it.”

“Can I crack a window?” Kevin asked.

“No,” Lee answered.

Kevin slouched in his chair. “Bummed, dude.”

“Are you accepting my protection?” Lee pushed.

“Things get hairy when a Rock Chick is under fire so… I guess,” The Kevster accepted ungraciously.

But at his words, Ren’s arm got tight again.

Lee looked to Eddie, but Eddie was looking at Kevin. “Up. Now. Let’s go.”

The Kevster pushed up and his eyes came to me.

“Stay alive,” he advised as he walked by me.

That got another tightening of Ren’s arm and another sigh from me.

The door closed behind Eddie and Kevin and all attention focused on me.

Or I should say Ren and me.

“Where’s Darius?” Lee asked me.

“He and Brody started down the mountain before Ren and me so he should be in Denver,” I answered. “Listen, Lee—”

He lifted a hand close to my face and shifted his eyes to Ren.

My body strung tight.

“I take it you two are makin’ it official,” Lee noted.

“Get your hand out of my woman’s face,” Ren returned pretty unhappily.

Lee dropped his hand but his brows rose as he remarked, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“And I’ll say now, I know she’s your sister, but don’t do that shit again,” Ren replied.

Oh crap.

“Ren—” I started.

Hank moved closer to Lee and noted, “Not sure that’s the way to win your way into the family.”

“I pointed in Roxie’s face and told her to shut it, what would you do?” Ren asked what I thought was a valid question.

Hank held Ren’s eyes then he moved his to Lee.

Lee was looking at Hank and he shrugged.

Hank pressed his lips tight and looked at Ren.

Lee returned his attention to Ren.

No one said anything. This lasted a while. Long enough for me to lose patience.

“For God’s sake, yes!” I yelled. “We’re making it official!”

Hank looked to the ceiling.

Lee looked to his boots.

“Explains why apartments are exploding,” Luke commented. “A Rock Chick has set her sights on a hapless male.”

I felt pressure in my head. A lot of it. But I still managed to turn it Luke’s way and declare, “He set his sights on me.”

“Same thing,” Luke muttered, one side of his mustachioed lips tipped up.

“Were you hapless?” I asked.

“Totally,” he replied immediately.

“You do know what hapless means,” I snapped.

“I didn’t say I was hapless now,” he corrected. “I was hapless then, while she was running me through the ringer.”

“I’m thinking Ava saw it the other way around,” I informed him.

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