Chapter 20

Bikers and commandos alike swung their heads from me to the macho man, badass huddle. Me, I just watched the three hot guys talk, faces tight, eyes not even close to avoiding contact. Shades were locked to shades. This conversation was tense but it lasted all of three minutes. I didn't time it but my guess was it could have been even less.

Then they broke away from each other. Lawson headed to his vehicle but he gave me a low wave. Tack whistled, flicked his fingers and the army of bikers were on the move, jumping on bikes and loading up in the van. Tack's eyes came to me and he put a finger to his forehead and flipped it out before he jumped on a bike.

Lawson's car started and Harleys roared and through them taking off, Hawk broke off from talking to a slim but lean and cut man who was about two inches shorter than him and he came to me while the rest of the commandos unloaded what looked like boxes of equipment.

I hopped off the car to stand in front of him.

"I've just added reason three hundred and seventy-two to my list of why we are so over," I announced.

"Had this conversation twice, not havin' it again," Hawk returned, his shades now locked to mine. "Last night, my boys measured your window. A new one is being cut and they'll install it when it arrives. Now they're workin' on your security system.

That'll take a couple days. Until then, you stay with me."

"Too late, I already had a macho man inform me where I'm sleeping tonight."

I watched his entire body get tight, it seemed like the very air around him turned a warning shade of red and it took a lot but I just managed not to step back.

"And that would be?" he asked in a scary, quiet voice.

"My Dad," I answered in a snotty voice.

His body relaxed as did his face and his mouth grinned showing both dimples.

"That I'll allow," he allowed.

Serious to God, he could not be believed.

"All right, I know you have selective hearing and block out entire sections of what I say but really, pay attention. First, tell your boys to stop their work. Dad is fixing my window and I don't want a security system from you. Second, I don't know what went down in that huddle but clearly you won and that makes you think you can waltz over here and boss me around but you are way wrong. Not only because I'm not your woman but also because I do not like to be bossed around, at all, ever. And last, honest to God, honest to God, we... are... over."