Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,10
us.”
“You always were a sap for fate, weren’t you, Point?” I laughed. Maybe there was a little bit of the guy I used to know in there. On more than one occasion, he had said it was fate that had brought us together at the Halloween party. Fate was also responsible for me walking out on our marriage then.
“I just believe things happen for a reason.”
I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Well, maybe you’re right, but I think things just happen.”
I sidestepped around Point, but his hand darted out. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me to his side. Hulk purred loudly against Point’s chest and stared up at me. Traitor.
“We need to talk, Deedra. We’re not leaving things the way they are. We’re still married, after all.” Where did the grumpy jerk go? I could deal with him much better than nice Point.
“And one piece of paper can fix that.”
He leaned toward me. “You mean the piece of paper you said you would take care of three years ago?”
“Yeah, that one.” I was a little too busy chasing my dreams to take my ass to the courthouse and legally end things between us. That didn’t mean anything.
“Well, maybe we should talk before you walk your ass to the courthouse, yeah?”
“Point,” I whispered.
His eyes connected with mine. “You owe me that, Deedra. I want to talk. That’s it.”
I was worried that talk wouldn’t go the way it did three years ago and I wasn’t sure how to handle that. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Fine, whatever. If that’s what you want.” I didn’t know what he wanted from me. I didn’t know half of what I felt, and he expected me to sit down and talk to him? Yeah, good luck with that.
“Tomorrow night, Mel’s Diner. Eight o’clock,” he rattled off.
“That’s kind of close to my bedtime.” The saying was true—the early bird got the worm, and I lived by that. At least, when I worked the next morning. “Make it six.”
Point laughed. “Eight, Dee. I’m calling the shots.” He turned on his heel, Hulk in his arms, and headed in the direction of Kimber and the girls.
I sighed, thankful Point wasn’t within five feet of me anymore.
Tomorrow night wouldn’t be the same, though.
Point wanted to talk, and I wasn’t even sure I would be able to string two words together that made sense. Three years ago, I couldn’t, and I knew right now I wouldn’t be able to.
“Yo, Deedra. Let’s get that other interview,” Pat called from the front of the shelter.
I pulled on the hem of my shirt and sighed. Right now, I had a job to do and couldn’t worry about Point or what he wanted to talk about. I slowly made my way over to Pat and pasted a smile on my face.
When I came to the shelter, all I had anticipated was petting some kittens and getting my story. Now I had slightly gushy feelings for a little cat named Hulk and a date with Point.
Yeah, not what I planned at all, yet here I was.
*
Chapter Seven
Three choices…
Point
“Church.”
“Oh, man,” Sledge groaned. “What the hell is going on now, Quinn?”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “Your tone sounds like there is some more shit about to be rained down on us.” It would be nice to have a few weeks where we weren’t trying to solve all of the world’s problems. Kidnapped ol’ ladies, psycho serial killers, and a dead cat were more than enough craziness the past few months.
“You fuckers do know we have things we need to be doing and can’t just stand around all day with our thumbs up our ass, right?” Quinn growled.
Core held up both his thumbs. “I don’t know about anyone else, but these guys are nowhere near up my ass.”
Dyno scoffed and shook his head. “You’re an idiot.”
Core shrugged. “Whatever, man. I’m just stating a fact.”
“We gotta talk about the strip club. Just get your asses to church.” Quinn stalked down the hallway to church, mumbling under his breath.
“You really think there isn’t anything going on?” Sledge asked.
I grabbed an apple off the table and polished it on my shirt. “Who the fuck knows? It’s been quiet since the whole Gunner kidnapping. Maybe we’ve dealt with enough shit, and now, we’re gonna have smooth sailing.”
“We can fucking hope,” Zephyr mumbled. “I’m keeping my head down and just praying all we have to do is hire some strippers and get some asses in the seats.”
“You really think that’s all we’re