Page 158 of Reckless Vengeance

“Skeet’s on the way back from the prison and asked me to meet him at the Shed. Thought I’d escort you guys home first since he’s an hour away still,” he shrugged, going still when I stepped closer and unzipped his jacket enough to push it back to check his wound.

“Is it healing?”

“It’s only been a day, babe. Give it time.”

“I’m not the greatest in gunfire. People keep getting shot because of me,” I joked, the humor falling flat.

He lit his cigarette before lighting mine, leaning back to watch me.

“You went into flight mode, which is normal. You were in the open, your handgun wasn’t going to be of any use against a machine gun, and your brain will always tell you to run from gunfire until you retrain it to think otherwise. It’s not like you did anything wrong.”

“You were so calm.”

“I’ve been shot at a lot,” he grunted, patting his bike tank. “It’s not fun on this thing, that’s for sure. Having the van for protection made things a lot easier. We got it towed today so your driveway is nice and clean again.”

I was getting hot, so I took off the blazer and tossed it into the car, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt a little.

“You don’t have to escort us, you know? I have Ty with me, and the others have Jensen’s car. Buddy system and all that,” I pointed out, and he rolled his eyes, blowing smoke at me.

“You think I’m trusting your safety with Ty?”

“You don’t have to trust anything. It’s not your problem.”

“I’d really like it if you made it my problem,” he smirked, looking me up and down. “I’m not usually into the uniform thing, but I’m kind of digging it on you.”

“Perv. Slash liked it too,” I smirked back, flicking ash at him as I smoked.

“The sexual tension is killing me,” Marco mumbled, telling me he wasn’t sleeping, he was just listening like a creep.

“I hope it does,” I said sweetly, and he lifted a hand to flip me off.

“You were supposed to wait,” Jensen grunted as he and the guys approached. They looked annoyed, probably at me for running off ahead, and for the fact Hunter and Marco were here.

“You should have hurried,” I answered, motioning to Hunter. “We have escorts to get home. They’re on their way to meet Skeet.”

“Skeet’s not back yet.”

“We know,” Marco scoffed, sitting up and stretching. “Which is why we have time to play rich boy babysitter.”

“Will you be online later?” Tyler asked, jumping straight into a conversation about whatever game they were playing together, and I could tell it irked Caden to see them getting along.

He was going to be on team Skeeter throughout this whole thing without a doubt.

“You guys go ahead. We’ll follow and keep an eye out. We won’t stay, we’ll keep riding once you’re in the driveway,” Hunter stated, giving me a slow grin. “Unless you want me to stay?”

“I really don’t. Go find Max for me,” I deadpanned, and he winked.

“Working on it.”

Tyler followed me to the Mustang, and once on the road, I looked in the rearview to see Jensen behind us, the bikes behind them.

“I hate to say it, but I kind of like them,” Tyler announced, making me scoff.

“You and Marco beat each other up not that long ago.”

“It got all the anger out. Besides, Hunter’s kind of proving himself to be a good guy.”

“Yeah, he is,” I sighed, flicking my eyes back to them in the rearview again.