Page 33 of Silver Fox Daddies

Diesel walks forward and opens it for her. “You two stay here,” he says to me and Cash. “It’s best if just one of us goes. I’ll call you back through when she’s safely in the room.”

They walk back up to the clubhouse, leaving Cash and me alone in the late afternoon sun.

Her honeyed taste still lingers on my tongue.

“Lucky bastard,” Chase mumbles.

“Hey, I’ve been here longer.”

Tomorrow, we’ll send her on her way, and my stomach sinks when I think about that. There’s still tonight, but I have a feeling Diesel will prohibit us from stepping foot into her room.

I don’t know what his deal is. Yes, Reaper Sons are coming for us, but that doesn’t mean we should pause all other activities and refrain from having fun.

“She switched”—Cash snaps his fingers—“just like that. I wonder why.”

I frown, dropping my gaze to the hard ground beneath my feet.

Maybewomen in generalweren’t quite the right words for Diesel to say.

“Alright, you two bastards. In,” he calls from the back door.

Cash and I make our way inside as Diesel guides us into her room. The door opens to the sight of Melissa sitting on the bed against the headboard, legs pulled to her chest.

“Let’s leave her to get some rest,” Diesel says.

“No.” I push the door further open, barging inside. Once the other two have followed, I turn around and lock the door. “Something’s bothering you, sweetheart, isn’t it? You can speak to us.”

She continues cradling her legs, the look in her eyes different than before. She seems more distant now, only casting us fleeting glances.

“I’m fine.”

“No,” Cash takes over. “You’re not.” He sits on the edge of the bed and finds her eyes. “Tell us. We might be able to help.”

“Is it your father?” asks Diesel, his dark eyebrows in a continuous frown.

This catches Melissa’s attention. “You listened in.”

Diesel raises his hands, pleading guilty. “Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay, that’s all.”

“My father is none of your business,” she says.

Diesel continues staring at her, probing her for more.

“He’s just a little overprotective,” she adds. “That’s all. Natasha must have told him that I was in a bad state yesterday.”

“Did you tell him aboutus?” I ask.

“No. I would never.”

“Okay.”

“It’s just…embarrassing, that’s all. I thought you guys actually liked me, but I get it now and I can make my peace with that.”

“What are you talking about?” presses Cash. “Wedolike you.”

“Sure you do, in a motorcycle club kinda way. Come on, you don’t have to sugarcoat it. Everybody knows you guys are notorious for entertaining women. I’ll hold my hand up high and admit it—I was naive and believed that I was the only one.”

“But youarethe only one,” says Cash, reaching for her hand.