Coyote (Hawks MC Next Generation #1) - Lila Rose Page 0,41
from my mind. “You don’t need to apologise, angel. I remember what happened, and you were a victim of a scene that shouldn’t have happened but did because of some teen fuckers.”
I wanted to cover his mouth. I didn’t want him to talk about it, but what he said was sweet to hear, even if it freaked me out.
“You’ve got nothin’ to be embarrassed about, and, angel, I hope one day you’ll not see that situation when you look at me.”
Dear God, he was amazing.
“Um….”
He shook his head. “Don’t say anything, babe. Let’s move past that and become friends. If you want?”
I wanted. I was afraid I wanted more, but friends would work. At least I thought it would. I’d also pray I wouldn’t see what happened in high school every time we saw each other.
I swallowed and nodded. “That sounds good. Friends.”
His grin was big. “Great, angel.” He took my hand in his and moved us in the direction of the front door. “Lookin’ forward to tryin’ your treats, Channa, but I’ll walk you out and hope there’ll be some left by the time I get back in.”
“You’ll have to tell me if you like them.”
He winked. “Will do.”
Near the desk, I waved to Clary, Texas, and Cowboy. I received a chin lift from Texas with a sweet smile, a grin from Cowboy, and Clary waved back wildly, but her eyes were on our joined hands. I hoped she didn’t think too much of it. Friends held hands, right?
I mean, I would hold Denise or Stanley’s hand. Probably.
“Which one?” Cody asked.
I pointed over to Stanley’s car and explained, “Stanley lent me his car for the delivery.”
“Good of him.”
“Yeah, he’s a good guy. Grumpy, but good.”
Cody chuckled, and I missed a step. His hand tightened around mine more. “I’m good,” I told him. “Must have been a loose stone or something.”
“Must have been.” His lips twitched. At the car, he took my keys from my hand when I pulled them out of my pocket and unlocked the door before he opened it for me. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
Would he?
“Sure?” The word came out as a question.
He chuckled again. “You will. Drive safe, angel,” he said, handing me my keys, and then, then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my cheek. “Later.”
“B-Bye,” I called once I got myself under control. I watched him until he disappeared inside and then I slipped into the stifling car. Pressing a hand to my fluttering stomach, I breathed out a ragged breath. Friends kissed each other’s cheeks.
God, I had a feeling being Cody’s friend was going to kill me.
Chapter Eleven
Coyote
Christ, just being around Channa had me wanting to keep her, to know everything there was about her. I couldn’t get over how cute she was with me, scared, yet interested, and yeah, I was sure she was interested by the way she looked at me sometimes—and with how nervous she could be.
It was hard to resist sliding my mouth from her cheek to her lips, but she wasn’t ready for that. Hell, I wasn’t sure I was either. I needed to make sure Channa and I got along on a friendship level before moving on to more.
Walking through the doors, I eyed a smirking Texas. “We gotta talk,” I told him.
He snorted. “Thought so.”
“Bossman, those party pies are the bomb,” Cowboy said around a mouthful of food.
Shit. I had to have some before they were all gone. “We’ll get some food first.” I started towards the back rooms where the stockroom was, along with the breakroom.
I stopped when Clary commented, “She seems sweet, Cody.”
Fuck me.
Sighing, I faced my mum’s friend, who was here helping fill in as an employee called in sick, and said, “Clary, can I ask a favour?”
She smiled. “Of course.”
“Can you not tell Mum about this?”
Her smile disappeared. “Cody—”
“Please. Channa doesn’t need to be visited by Mum and her crew yet. All I’m askin’ is for you to hold off.”
She thinned her lips, and I knew it was to hold back her grin. “All right, I’ll hold off… until you two are dating.”
“Clary, I ain’t sayin’ that’s where Channa and I are headin’.”
Texas scoffed.
Clary clapped her hands in front of her. “All good, my lips are sealed. Go get your food from your gal before it goes.”
“Clary, she’s not—”
Texas’s hand dropped down on my shoulder and shook me a little before it dropped away and he said, “Brother, I wouldn’t even bother.”