Fanning the Biker's Flame - Piper Davenport Page 0,47
them. “You can crash on the sofa. Or take my bed, I don’t care.”
“Did you say your man hit you?”
This quiet, angry question came from Shadow who was standing in the doorway of the yoga room.
“He stole her savings, too,” I said.
Jane nodded. “But he’s not my man. Not anymore.”
Shadow pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Hey, brother. Got a second to do some money retrieval?”
I frowned as Jane and I stood.
“Yeah. Posey’s friend, Jane.” He handed his phone to Jane. “Talk to Rabbit. He’s gonna find your money.”
Jane looked confused but took the phone from him and put it to her ear. “Hello?”
I closed the distance between me and Shadow, and he wrapped an arm around my waist.
“Do you really think Rabbit will find the money?”
“Hell, yeah. He’ll probably do a little more than that, too. Just sit back and wait for the magic.”
I smiled up at him. “She’s coming to my place tonight.”
He sighed. “I heard.”
“Can you live without pussy rights for a day?”
He kissed my temple. “Nope. We’ll have to be quiet.”
Students began to file in for the first class of the day and I had to pull away from Shadow. He followed Jane back to my office and when Dylan arrived, waved goodbye as I was in the middle of a class.
The second I had a break, I rushed back to my office where Dylan and Jane were chatting. “So?” I asked. “What did Rabbit say?”
Jane smiled. “He found the money.”
“That fast?”
“Yep. He also asked me if I wanted any evidence of our marriage erased.”
“No way,” I breathed out. “Can he do that?”
“Rabbit can do anything,” Dylan said, proudly.
“So, are you going to have him do that?”
“Hell, yes,” Jane said. “Now I just have to get all my stuff out of our condo without seeing him.”
“We’re gonna help,” Dylan said.
“Now you can buy a little house,” I said. “You probably won’t have to rent if you don’t want to.”
Jane grinned. “This is very true.”
“Rhett can help find you something. Do you want me to call her?”
“Just send me her contact info. I’ll call her,” Jane said.
I pulled out my phone and sent her the contact card, then it was time for my first massage client, so I left Jane with Dylan and focused on my work.
Thankfully, the day flew by, and then Jane followed me home where we rummaged through the fridge and cupboards to find something for Jane to cook.
Shadow texted me and let me know he was going to be late, but Otter was home, so I was covered, as was Jane, and that he’d see me tomorrow.
Me: Or you could come over after.
Shadow: It’ll be late, late.
Me: I’ll leave door unlocked for you.
Shadow: No. I’ll get spare from Otter.
Me: I’ll leave the extra under mat by back slider. Keep it.
Shadow: Yeah?
Me: Yeah.
Once dinner was ready, I collected Sharon, left the spare key under the mat, then spent the rest of the evening in easy company until I fell into bed.
Without Shadow.
The last thing I thought about as I fell asleep was that I didn’t like sleeping without him, and in the future, would avoid it at all costs.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Posey
“HI, MAMA,” I said, answering my phone as I grabbed my keys out of the bowl by the door. Shadow had been called in for another shift at the firehouse, so Dylan was waiting outside to follow me to the studio.
“I haven’t talked to you in a week,” she said, her tone one of admonishment.
“I know,” I breathed out, pulling open the front door.
“Right. Dinner tonight. Bring your man.”
“He’s working, Mama. But I can be there. Six?”
“Yes, perfect,” she said, and hung up.
I smiled. Typical Mom. She said her piece and didn’t tend to overstay her welcome in the form of words.
I pulled up to the studio, just as my phone rang again. “Mom, I told you—”
“It’s me, baby.”
“Oh, sorry.” I chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting you to call.”
“Had a minute and wanted to hear your voice.”
“Are you okay?” I asked, unlocking the door and heading to my office.
“Rough rescue today. A pregnant woman. Someone rear ended her on the Talmadge and slammed her car into the side. Airbag may have hurt the baby.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed out. “I wish I could wrap my arms around you right now.”
“Me too,” he said. “How’s your mom?”
“She’s good. I’m going to her place for dinner tonight.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. I wish you weren’t on shift. She wanted you to join us.” I dropped my purse on my desk,