I looked down to see the display said, “Unknown caller.”
My brows knit and I wondered if Mitch was calling from an extension at the Station. I picked it up, took the call and put it to my ear.
“Hello,” I greeted.
“Chestnut.” I heard a gravelly voice say.
Holy cow.
“Tack,” I whispered.
“Yo, babe,” he replied like he called me to gab every day.
How weird.
What did I do now? Outside an intense drama, I’d never had a conversation with a biker that I liked before and I hadn’t heard from him since it all went down.
I decided to ask, “Uh…how are you?”
“Wonderin’ how I keep missin’ my shot at the good ones,” he replied even more weirdly.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“Nothin’, darlin’,” he muttered then went on, “Just wanted to say, I made you a promise.”
My breath caught.
Tack wasn’t done.
“Haven’t forgotten it.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“And I won’t.”
“Uh…okay,” I repeated.
“My world, shit like that goes down, someone pays.”
Oh boy.
Maybe I should let him off the hook about his promise.
“Tack –”
“Stay beautiful,” he ordered then he was gone.
I stared at my phone.
“Who was that?” I heard Bobbie ask and I looked up to see her and Billie in her cute, little hot pink bathing suit with the baby pink ruffles on her booty walking into the living room-slash-kitchen-slash-dining room.
“My angel of vengeance,” I answered and she blinked.
Then she smiled and asked, “What?”
“Nothing,” I murmured.
“Pool!” Billie shrieked.