I stared through my shades at his shades. He didn’t sound biker-angry. He wasn’t being scary. I would know because when he was you could see it, hear it and feel it.
I decided not to answer.
Tack continued. “So, I heard word you had a situation, you didn’t call, I figure, you’re the kind of woman who wants the call. So, I’m callin’.”
I looked at the bikers on my lawn and at my door. Then I looked at Tack.
“Sorry, I must have missed it. Maybe my phone ran out of juice.”
“No, babe,” he dipped his head to the side to indicate the bikers, “that’s me callin’.”
I looked back at the bikers then at Tack. Then it hit me that was how Tack made his call to announce that he was interested and he intended to do something about it.
Uh. Wow.
“Oh,” I whispered.
I was thinking this was not good at the same time feeling warm and fuzzy all over.
I heard the purr of an engine and I leaned to the side to see a metallic dark gray, new model, kick-freaking-ass Chevrolet Camaro rolling to a stop behind the black van and gliding up behind that was another black van, this one newer, nicer, more expensive and very shiny.
The door of the Camaro opened up and Hawk folded out, also wearing shades, his were aviator glasses that were even more kick-freaking-ass than the Camaro and the Camaro was hot. Out of the van jumped a bunch of heavily muscled, cargo-pants and tight, long-sleeved tee wearing commandos.
Hawk’s shades sliced our way.
Uh-oh.
I was wrong. This was not good and I was no longer feeling warm and fuzzy at all.
I heard a car door slam across the street, I leaned the other way to peer around Tack and saw a police vehicle with red and blue lights in the dash, not on the top and walking across the street wearing his own, wire-rimmed, super-hot shades was Detective Mitch Lawson.
Super, double, extra uh-oh!
The hot-o-meter started ringing like crazy as hot guys descended on me, my car and Tack from two directions.
Boy was I glad I curled my hair.
Tack turned but didn’t unpin me as they got close.
What did I do now?
I decided to play it cool but there was one big problem with that, I wasn’t cool.
Hawk got there first and his shades didn’t leave me when he stopped a few feet away.
“Babe,” he greeted but his voice was kind of rumbly in a way that I didn’t suspect meant he was in a good morning mood.
“Hey,” I greeted back.
Lawson arrived, rounding Hawk so he could get a clear line of sight to me but his shades swept Tack, his mouth tight, before they landed on me.
“Mornin’, Gwendolyn,” he greeted, ignoring Hawk and Tack.
“Uh, morning,” I greeted back.
“You sleep okay?” Lawson asked.
“Not really,” I answered honestly.