Wind Therapy - A.J. Downey Page 0,29

adding up, and I am always right.”

“Okay, Mav.” Glass Jaw shook his head. “You don’t gotta explain any of it.” He grunted and got to his feet calling back over his shoulder, “You ain’t steered us wrong yet, man.”

“Don’t plan on making it a new thing, either,” I muttered, losing myself back in thought.

I tried to keep my thoughts on the problem at hand, which was immersing Marisol into this life as opposed to the one she’d come from at quite literally the worst possible time for me – but I couldn’t. Instead, my mind kept wandering back to last night.

That girl had a body made for fucking. Perfect. Lush. Golden tanned skin smooth under my touch, raven hair cascading around her face as those perfect youthful tits of hers bounced. The perfect palmful for each of my hands, low hanging fruit for real.

She wasn’t scrawny, she wasn’t skinny; she was the perfect woman, all slender and sleek curves that begged for my hands to sweep over them appreciatively. Her sleek frame a better ride than my bike – which was fuckin’ saying something.

I was getting hard just thinking about it, which perfect timing. She and Little Bird were coming down the hall from the front of the club, hands loaded with shopping bags. Quite a few, I was pleased to see, the majority of them emblazoned with the Harley-Davidson logo.

“Put ‘em in the office,” I called out and Marisol turned from where she looked behind herself at Little Bird who was saying something I didn’t catch.

Marisol’s honey-toned eyes drifted immediately to mine and held them, her gaze calm, and her intelligence sparkling from those eyes of hers as I rose. I came around the head of my table, drifting along the wall and shoving chairs out of my way, pushing them in the rest of the way beneath the gleaming wood and resin as my boot tread fell heavy on the cement floor.

She stopped, Little Bird nearly crashing into her back, and I smirked. I could see my effect on the girl from here – if she only had any idea of what she did to me.

“Go on, first door there on your left,” I said, and she stepped past me slowly and crept into my office. I didn’t like it. Didn’t like how if she’d been a dog, or a cat, her tail would have been tucked firmly between her legs in fear. Again, that prickling sensation of I knew what I was looking at, I just couldn’t seem to find the words for it.

My intuition if you will.

I stepped out in front of Little Bird and held out my hands for the rest of the bags she carried. She smiled up at me and said, “Go easy on her, Mav. Seems like things might be a little… intense for her.”

“She tell you something I should know about?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Little Bird smiled gently. “Call it women’s intuition,” she said and again with that word.

“Gotcha,” I said. She went to get into her purse, and I shook my head.

“Just give it to her the next time you see her,” I said.

“You sure?”

I gave her a look and she smiled and nodded saying, “Right. Forget I asked.”

“Your man’s waiting for you,” I said and she nodded and turned, heading back out front, a prolonging look over her shoulder, her big, deep brown eyes lingering on the empty but still open doorway of my office tinged with worry. Nothing to set me off overtly, making me want to demand answers – but whatever it was? It was there. There was no mistake. I’d seen it and there was no taking it back.

I turned and followed Marisol into my office and kicked the door shut.

Marisol was looking through a couple of the bags she’d brought in with her, having set them on the floor in front of the filing cabinets.

“Maybe it’s in one of these,” I said and held out the bags to her.

She took them from me and set them down, and curious, I stood and watched her.

“Ah ha,” she murmured and came up with a gray Henley. It was a man’s shirt, and she held it out to me.

“Thought this would look good on you,” she said, and her gaze was steely. She was trying to gauge my reaction.

I smiled and said, “You bought me a present with my own money?”

“Thought you’d look good in it, and no, I used my own money for this.”

I cocked my