Fallon (Henchmen MC Next Generation #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,18
doesn't," I said, not sure if I wanted to laugh or sigh, so I made some sort of hybrid noise instead. "Is it pot, Billie?"
"Do you really think I'd plant pot in your yard?"
"Yes," Seth and I said at the same time, getting an eye roll out of her.
"Please. If I were going to plant pot somewhere, it would be in the woods around Malcolm's house. I said if!" she said, throwing up a hand at the look I must have shot her. "Besides, when did you become such a goody-goody?" she asked, reaching into her basket purse to grab a leaf of whatever it was, pulling it apart, then sticking it in front of my nose. "Mint. Smell?"
"Yeah," I said, pushing her hand away. "But why would you plant mint in our yard?"
"Because it's invasive. And I'm already in trouble for sprinkling wildflower seeds all over the grass divider areas in the parking lot at my apartment building. Everyone's always bitching about the bees dying, but heaven forbid I plant some flowers for them to eat."
"Billie, focus. The mint."
"Right. Well, it spreads. It takes over everywhere."
"And you thought we'd want it to take over here?"
"I thought you wouldn't even notice actually. And you haven't. Until right now. When it is nearly done for the year. And only because I told you. So, I was right."
"What do you need that much mint for?" I asked.
"Tea. Herbal remedies. The usual. Oh, and I make the best mint lemonade. If you pull your panties out of your ass, I might be willing to make you some," she said with a saccharine smile.
"Quick. Say something nice," Dezi demanded. "I want mint lemonade."
"How can I deny that face?" she asked, shooting Dezi a sisterly smile. "Oh, and who are you?" she asked, tone dropping a bit, getting more flirtatious as she looked at Sway and Crow.
"Sway and Crow," I explained, waving to them. "Possible prospects. So they're off-limits."
Right then, there was the sound of bikes again before a pause.
And then there was Niro, Malcolm, and Rowe.
I was pretty sure I wasn't imagining it when Billie stiffened beside me. When I looked, her gaze went to Rowe, then quickly away.
"Dezi, man, I am going to need to give you an IOU on the mint lemonade," she said, shifting her feet. Uncomfortable. It was so strange to see Billie uncomfortable that I nearly didn't recognize it at first. I'd never met anyone as sure of themselves and comfortable in their own skin as Billie. What could have possibly changed that? "It really needs to steep overnight," she said, giving him a tight smile. "So I will drop it off sometime tomorrow, okay?"
But she didn't even wait for an answer.
She ducked out the back door so quickly that she rammed her hip into it on her way out.
"What was that about?" Seth asked, looking over at me.
"Yeah, thought she liked to stick around to eye-bang Rowe," Dezi agreed. "What'd you do?" he accused, looking at the man in question. "Whatever it is, make it right, so I can get treats."
"Jesus Christ," I said, letting out a chuckle. The term "puppy" that the girls used to describe the new guys really was pretty fitting for Dezi. "Alright, Slash, why don't you show the guys to the room?" I suggested. "We will call in the other members, then Dezi and some of the other guys have been working on a party. We originally planned to just take you to the bar," I explained. "But after the shooting last night, we decided to stay in."
"Yeah? Who got shot?" Crow asked.
"Almost me," I explained. "We're working on it," I added.
"Looks like we rolled into town just in time for some action," Crow said, nodding, then following Slash to go back into the prospect room.
It was many hours later when the party was in full swing that my father pulled me out the back door for some quiet.
"So, we have nothing," he said, releasing a deep breath. "Janie and Lo and Chris have been on it, but we haven't gotten anywhere. Chances are, we won't. Not without more to go on."
And I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what that more was.
"Okay," I agreed, nodding, suddenly wishing I still had a drink in my hand.
"We need to talk to the Vultures," he said, dropping the bomb I'd been expecting, but it still managed to take me by surprise, the impact slamming into me, pushing me back against the wall.