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I stood, meeting him at the doorway. Taking the silent hint, he turned and walked into the living room where he sank onto the couch. I settled into the chair opposite him.
“So… Another day, another club member turning up at my house. When do you think you’ll be satisfied I’m just fine out here on my own?”
“Never.”
“Kale. The accident was a fluke. You don’t have to—”
“It wasn’t,” he interrupted. “I’m sure it wasn’t. You know the club has enemies.”
“And I’m sure you and the guys decimated them.” My brow lifted as I challenged him. Kale kicked at the coffee table leg with the toe of his boot, avoiding my gaze.
“Woulda if we coulda,” he muttered.
“You didn’t?” More prickles scraped up my spine at the possibility I could have two people out to get me—or one person and a possible second group. The person who’d murdered Melonie Windsor wouldn’t let me live if they realized I knew their identity. And now, I had Kale’s faceless enemies to worry about?
“We won’t let anything happen to you,” he told me as panic tried to bubble up in my chest. “So… It’s still weird to hear you speaking another language. When did you learn French?”
I shrugged. “While ago. So…” I echoed, changing the subject as he had. “You’re just letting yourself into my place now? No even knocking?”
“You mad?”
“No,” I conceded. “So what’s up? Why’re you today’s sentry? You usually send one of your men. Biter, mostly.” Was the theoretical danger he alluded to closer than he let on? And gah! Now, I was obsessing about one more dang thing when I was already looking over my shoulder all the time.
“Today’s sentry?” he laughed.
“Are you seriously going to pretend you haven’t been keeping tabs on me when your guys aren’t here?”
“You had a party last night,” he answered, confirming my suspicion without as many words.
“I didn’t have a party.” I rolled my eyes, even as warm feelings filtered through me. Last night had been a huge step forward after waiting five long years to get back into Dayton’s orbit. “I had my neighbors over for dinner.”
“The same neighbors you made cookies for?”
Biter had such a big mouth. I knew he wouldn’t keep my secrets.
“Kale…”
“He’s a cop,” my brother continued, ignoring my warning tone.
“Kale! You went snooping around about him? What?”
“Of course, I did.” His toe prodded at the table leg again, and he didn’t meet my eyes, his jaw working. “He won’t like your association with the club. If you really want someone to date—”
“I’m not dating one of the guys from your club. And I’m sure Dayton won’t care about the MC. We’re just friends.” At least, that’s all we were as far as Kale needed to know.
“Uh-huh. Do you know his wife died a few years ago? It’s messy, Vale.”
Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “Again… We’re just friends, Nosy Nelly.”
“Nosy Nelly?” he laughed.
“Yeah, I think it should be your new club name. It’s much better than Spear. Fits you,” I challenged.
“Uh-huh…no. Just be careful, okay? I don’t want you to be hurt by some asshole cop who’s still stuck on his dead wife. You deserve better than that.”
Looking over his shoulder, I stared at the house where I used to live, the place where I’d known Dayton better than anyone else in the world. “He’s not an asshole.”
“Whatever you say,” Kale snorted, slapping his hand to his thighs then standing. “You got some cake around here?”
