after watching that grinding on the dance floor,” she says, wiggling her brows at me. “My, my, Bronte, I don’t think I’ve seen those moves in a long time. Not since high school.”
My best friend has no filter, and it’s a fucking problem.
I turn to Crow. “Another dance?”
Apparently I don’t even need to be drunk to make bad decisions.
Chapter Six
“I can’t remember where I live,” Billie murmurs, sticking her head out the window like a dog.
“Lucky for you, I know where you live,” I assure her, glancing to the back seat at her and Cam, who is fast asleep. I turn back to Crow. “I’m assuming you know where Cam lives?”
He nods and rolls down his window, letting some fresh air in. “Yeah, we’re almost there.”
“Bet you didn’t expect to turn into designated driver tonight,” I say in a dry tone, closing my eyes as the breeze hits my face.
“Well, when I saw where the two of them were headed, I knew it was probably a good idea to stop after my one whiskey. We told Cam to come out tonight and check out the opening so we could buy her birthday drinks, so I was always going to make sure her ass got home safely,” he explains as I study his profile. “At least she had a good night.”
“Yeah, I don’t know who was the bad influence out of the two of them.”
“Definitely not me,” Billie pipes up from behind, sitting back in her seat. “I had such a good night tonight. I love all of you guys. Bronte, you getting fired was the best thing that ever happened to both of us.”
Crow’s lips kick up at the corners. “Never a dull moment.”
“You have no idea.” I laugh, looking out the window. “So now do you have to share your time between the garage and the bar?”
“Yeah, most probably,” he replies, glancing over at me. “I’ll go wherever Temper needs me. But the garage is my baby, always has been. Renny is the mastermind behind Kamikaze, so he’s the one that’s going to be in charge of it. They were all here tonight, but they were up in the VIP room.”
“Watching everything?” I ask, eyes going wide. Great, I haven’t even met his friends, besides Temper, and now they’ve seen me dirty dancing with Crow.
Crow chuckles, apparently not ashamed at all. “Yep.”
“I guess they’ve probably seen much worse,” I mutter under my breath.
Much, much worse.
“You’re cute” is all he replies with, shaking his head, tone amused. He must think I’m so innocent, and I guess to their standards maybe I am. Still, the women I’ve so far met who are connected to the MC—Cam, Skylar and Abbie—are awesome chicks and I don’t feel out of place.
That reminds me. “I’m seeing Abbie and the girls for lunch tomorrow.”
“You coming to the clubhouse?” he asks, pulling into the driveway of a modern-looking block of units.
“No, we’re meeting at a café. Why?”
“Just asking. Cam’s is the one on the right,” he says, parking the car and getting out to help her. He opens her door and lifts her in his arms like she weighs nothing, and closes the door behind him.
“I like him,” Billie says as we watch him put Cam down in front of her door. She wakes up and starts digging in her bag for her keys.
“Do you now,” I reply, turning back. “Is sober you going to share the same opinion?”
She nods. “I wasn’t drunk when I first met him. Just tipsy. Anyway, I’m pretty sure drunk me makes better decisions than sober me.”
“That’s saying something,” I laugh, reaching out and pushing her hair off her face. “You’re going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.”
“Worth it,” she says, closing her eyes, lips tipping up at the corners. “It’s been a long time since I had such a good night out. You know, I always have a good time with you, even though you never get smashed like the rest of us.”
Crow gets back in the car. “One down.”
“Is she going to be all right?” I ask him, staring at the front of her unit.
“Yeah, she just needs to sleep it off. I gave her some Tylenol and water,” he explains as he gets back on the road. “Now where is Billie’s place?”
“I might just take her back with me to mine,” I say, and give him the directions to my apartment. There’s a tension between us, and I know it’s because the lines are getting blurred, and