“Got a remedy for that,” Tack put in and two pairs of shades sliced to him so mine did too and I saw he had his arms crossed on his chest and he was grinning.
Shit.
At this point, Hawk was done.
I knew this because he pointed a finger at Tack and then at Lawson saying, “You… you… talk,” and I figured he was probably the only person on the planet who could get away with doing something like that with those two guys.
He took a step back and both Lawson and Tack moved. So did I, to clear my door and throw it to. When I did, Hawk, who had turned to walk with Lawson and Tack across my lawn, turned back to me.
“Babe. Stay.”
I blinked at him through my shades.
Then I lost my temper.
“I’m not a dog!” I snapped loudly.
One second he was five feet away from me, the next I was pinned against my car.
“You stay or I’ll carry you to my car and handcuff you to the steering wheel. Your choice. Two seconds.”
Obviously I was right. Someone was not in a good morning mood.
“There’s a police officer here. I think he’ll frown on you carrying me to your car and handcuffing me to your steering wheel,” I informed him.
“Lawson knows me, so does Tack, and I promise you, Sweet Pea, I have to do what I have to do to deal with my woman, not a man in your yard will lift a finger to help you.”
I wasn’t certain I believed this statement but with the way he said it I wasn’t going to test it. Things were tense enough. I didn’t need biker vs. commando war on my front lawn with Lawson calling in police intervention.
So I gave in but I didn’t do it graciously.
“You just slipped down two levels on the hot-o-meter,” I informed him snottily.
“I’ll survive,” he shot back and turned away.
As he walked toward where Lawson and Tack were standing and waiting while watching me and Hawk, I walked to the hood of my car, jumped up to sit on it and crossed my arms on my chest.
Bikers and commandos alike swung their heads from me to the macho man, badass huddle. Me, I just watched the three hot guys talk, faces tight, eyes not even close to avoiding contact. Shades were locked to shades. This conversation was tense but it lasted all of three minutes. I didn’t time it but my guess was it could have been even less.
Then they broke away from each other. Lawson headed to his vehicle but he gave me a low wave. Tack whistled, flicked his fingers and the army of bikers were on the move, jumping on bikes and loading up in the van. Tack’s eyes came to me and he put a finger to his forehead and flipped it out before he jumped on a bike. Lawson’s car started and Harleys roared and through them taking off, Hawk broke off from talking to a slim but lean and cut man who was about two inches shorter than him and he came to me while the rest of the commandos unloaded what looked like boxes of equipment.
I hopped off the car to stand in front of him.
“I’ve just added reason three hundred and seventy-two to my list of why we are so over,” I announced.
“Had this conversation twice, not havin’ it again,” Hawk returned, his shades now locked to mine. “Last night, my boys measured your window. A new one is being cut and they’ll install it when it arrives. Now they’re workin’ on your security system. That’ll take a couple days. Until then, you stay with me.”
“Too late, I already had a macho man inform me where I’m sleeping tonight.”
I watched his entire body get tight, it seemed like the very air around him turned a warning shade of red and it took a lot but I just managed not to step back.
“And that would be?” he asked in a scary, quiet voice.
“My Dad,” I answered in a snotty voice.
His body relaxed as did his face and his mouth grinned showing both dimples.
“That I’ll allow,” he allowed.