#Rev (GearShark #2)(66)

Conner’s chest was heaving. I pushed the listing into it. “Pay the man back and try to convince him you being a dick shouldn’t punish us all.”

I started back in the house.

“Wait!” Con yelled out in fear.

I glanced over my shoulder and pinned him with a knowing stare. “Surely you don’t need my protection. It’s only one man. It isn’t as if you’re being ambushed.”

His eyes widened.

I stepped in the house and shut the door behind me, leaving Con to clean up his own damn mess.

“First, he tries to overthrow you as president, and now, he blames you for something as childish as this?” one of the house members said in wonderment. “What the hell is that guy’s problem?”

“I don’t know, guys. I really don’t.” I spoke like I felt regret about Con’s and my relationship.

“You did the right thing,” Jack said, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

“Thanks.” I looked up to address everyone. “All right, *s. I’ve got a charity game to get ready for. I’ll see all of you at the field in just a few hours.”

I hid my smile all the way up the stairs, but when Conner’s shriek carried through the door and to my ears, I just couldn’t suppress my emotions.

I grinned.

The door was unlocked when I put my hand on the doorknob to my room. I pushed it open and went in. Drew was going to love hearing what kind of trouble Con had gotten himself into.

But he was gone.

In his place on the bed was a note.

Sneaking out while everyone is occupied. See you at home.

PS: Couldn’t find my pants so I took yours.

PSS: I miss you like a fry misses ketchup





—F


I read his scrawled words three times just because he wrote them. After I tucked the note into my nightstand, I quickly got ready.





Drew

Could you hear that sound?

It was me laughing.

I might not have used my fists, but I could still hit.

Man, I would have loved to see Con’s face when the biker showed up asking for him. I also would have loved to see him take a couple punches, because there was no way in hell he wasn’t going to get at least a couple.

Asshole.

After the commotion started downstairs, I snuck down an old service stairway (thank God this was an old house) and crept to the back door. No one saw because they were all too busy being secretly amused Con was such a douche.

I stood there and listened as long as I dared. I mean, it was funny as shit. That kid was probably having diarrhea in his PJs. I knew he’d probably try and blame T, but it wouldn’t go that far because he’d have to rat himself out in order to explain.

He was too interested in self-preservation for that.

Besides, Trent had no idea I was the one who totally set up Con. He had nothing to do with it, so when he said so, everyone would believe him. The family was very adamant at the family meeting I not burst in the house and throw some punches.

No one said I couldn’t put my computer skills to good use.

It was earlier than I liked, so I drove to a Dunkin Donuts and ordered a coffee, and then on impulse, I grabbed a bunch of donuts and a second cup of coffee. Today was game day. I knew everyone at home (well, the guys) would be gearing up for some fun, and I was anxious to get home and join them. Hopefully, T would come over so we could all go to the field together—you know, as a united front.

Up until this point, the guys that attacked Trent thought he was keeping their identities to himself. Today, they were going to learn otherwise. They would know he told, and they would also know this little charity game wasn’t only benefiting the organization the frat voted on, but also our need to exact some physical pain.

I didn’t drive home, though. Not right away. Instead, I pointed the Fastback in the opposite direction and drove to a place I’d only been once before. The private airport looked the same as the last time I was here, with the large fence all around and the top-notch security on the gate.

Since I didn’t know the code and I didn’t see a buzzer, I pulled up close to the entrance and laid on the horn.

It was so loud it annoyed even me.

As I held my palm over the noisemaker, I consoled myself with some coffee.

A minute later, there was some movement across the way, and I eased off the horn to flicker my headlights.

A second later, the gate opened, and I nosed the Mustang through and sped over to the hangar where Arrow lived.

The wide door on the front was still closed, but there was a small man-sized door on the side, and he was standing in it, watching me. All he was wearing was a pair of loose sweats, his chest bare. He was definitely tall and lanky, but maybe not quite as skinny as I originally thought. He did have some definition to his chest and arms, but his abs were flat.

Arrow also had quite a few tattoos; almost his entire left shoulder was covered in them, and he had some on his chest as well. I wasn’t about to stare long enough to know what kind of designs they were. He might think I was checking him out.

I carried over the extra coffee I’d gotten and held it out between us.

He glanced at it, then at me before taking it.

“You drink coffee?” I asked.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

I wondered what his conversation with Lorhaven was like after our talk in the garage at home. I wondered if Lorhaven told him about T and me. I wondered what Arrow thought about us. I wondered if he was embarrassed because he had a crush on me.