“How are you making out with Henley?” he asked as he got on his bike.
“She’s a pain in the ass. Nothing like I thought she’d be, but I’m getting a handle on her. What about you? How’s the new addition on the house?” He’d been remodeling one of those historical houses for over a year, and now that he and Allie were getting married, he was even more determined to finish it. He wanted it done before their wedding this fall.
“Slow,” he grumbled. “Just haven’t had the time to work on it like I’ve wanted to. Between this mess with the club and finishing up the youth center project – hell, there’s just not enough time in the day.”
“You’ll get it done. You always do, besides the wedding is still a few months away.”
“You know I want it perfect for her. She’s been through so much, and I want her to be happy.”
“She’s been living with you for months, and she’s crazy about the place. You don’t have to do much to make it a home, and then, she’ll wanna fill it up with a bunch of rug-rats,” I laughed. A year ago, I wouldn’t have imagined Kane having kids of his own, but since he met Allie, he’s changed. Now, he wants nothing more than to fill that house with their children.
“We will. I’ll make sure of it. Things are heating up around here. Make sure Henley understands that,” he warned. Just as the words came out of his mouth, my phone chimed with another text message. I pulled it out of my pocket and read the message.
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Me: Henley – you’ve been warned
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“For fucks sake,” I groaned as I returned my phone to my back pocket.
“Henley?”
“None other.”
“She giving you a hard time? Can’t handle sweet, little Henley?” he laughed out loud.
“Oh…I’ll handle her. You can count on that,” I huffed as I went in search of my little trouble maker.
Chapter 12
Henley
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“Dusty looked so happy with Maverick,” I told Cassidy as she tossed another bag into the large garbage bin.
“Yeah, all the guys seem to have a soft spot for him. I can’t really blame them. He’s an awesome kid.”
“It makes me feel a little bad for messing with Maverick so much over the last couple of days,” I confessed. A part of me wondered if I was going too far, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
“You need to lay off before you really piss him off,” Cassidy warned as I closed the lid on the dumpster.
“You’re no fun, sis. It’s just a few text messages,” I smirked, following her back into the bar. It was pretty quiet except for a few of the guys sitting at the back table drinking a beer. They were having an intense conversation and didn’t even look up when we walked in.
“Henley, I think something bad happened with the club today. Everyone is on edge. You better lay off for a little while.”
“Maybe, but,” I told her smiling as I sat down at the bar, watching her start to take inventory.
“Henley… what did you do?” she probed.
“Well… let’s just say that the little stop we made on the way home from Dallas’s house wasn’t for me.”
“You mean the drugstore? You said you needed tampons,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.
“I did, but I may have bought a few other things while I was in there,” I told her shrugging my shoulders.
She let out a deep disapproving sigh and said, “Oh god, Henley. He’s going to blow a gasket.”
“Probably. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he goes into that bathroom. It’s going to be savage,” I told her as I laughed so loud several of the guys turned to look at me.
“Well, don’t come crying to me when he …”
“Henley,” Maverick roared behind my back.
My heart started to race at the sound of my name rolling off of his tongue. I didn’t have to turn around to know that he was furious with me. I could hear it in his voice.
The subtle hint of cologne and leather whirled around me, as I turned to face him. Smiling at him with my most innocent smile, I said, “Hey there, Maverick. How’s it going?” The closeness of his body next to mine made my knees begin to tremble, but I did my best to ignore my traitorous body.
He stepped closer, his face inches from mine and said, “No more of your bullshit, Henley. No more fucking text messages and no more of that shit you put in my bathroom.” I was right. He was pissed.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to hold back my laughter.