That wasn’t good news.
“But she got away,” I finished.
“She got away,” Hawk affirmed.
“And Dog?” I asked.
“Found him. He’s allergic to the police so he took off. He arrived after the fire started, doin’ a drive-by, keepin’ an eye on you for Tack. He didn’t see anything, not even Ginger or she’d be at the Chaos compound right about now.”
“Keeping an eye on me for Tack?”
His look shifted to unhappy. “Told you, babe, you do not want Tack’s attention but you got it.”
“I got it, I know, but I don’t get it. Why was Dog doing a drive-by?”
“Tack’s orders, keepin’ you safe.”
I stared at him.
Then I breathed, “Keeping me safe?”
He stared back at me.
Then he asked, “Babe, seriously?”
“I met him once,” I reminded Hawk.
“Twice,” Hawk reminded me.
“Okay, twice,” I amended.
“Yeah,” Hawk agreed.
“So, I don’t get it. I barely know him. Why would he send Dog out to keep an eye on me?”
Hawk stared at me again then he repeated, “Babe, seriously?”
I threw up my hands and straightened in the bed, crossing my legs under me. “Yes, Hawk, seriously. What is up with that?”
His eyes narrowed before he asked, “Do you remember our conversation last night?”
Uh-oh.
“Which one?” I asked hesitantly.
“The one where I told you I clocked you before I even walked into the restaurant where you were sittin’, entertaining every man in the room.”
“I wasn’t entertaining every man in the room!” I snapped.
“Babe, you were.”
“Was not.”
“You were.”
I leaned in a bit. “Was not.”
“Sweet Pea, you were flippin’ your hair, fidgeting on your stool, suckin’ straws but just your laugh is enough to make a man’s dick get hard.”