The Diana Ross comment was funny but I didn’t laugh.
“I eat breakfast in that time too, Hopper,” I reminded him.
“You swallow down some yogurt and suck back coffee, lady. You don’t bake a quiche and eat it at your dining room table with cloth napkins and mimosas,” he fired back.
It was unfortunate he was amusing when he was angry. Hop even saying the word “quiche” was hilarious.
I wanted to laugh. I really did.
I didn’t.
He wasn’t done.
“Fuck, you stand in your closet for a full fifteen minutes every f**kin’ time I’ve been at your house in the morning like you’re makin’ your wardrobe selection of the day to announce your candidacy for president.”
“Stop being funny, Hopper,” I hissed, leaning toward him, and he leaned toward me.
“Baby, I am not bein’ funny.”
I took in his expression.
He wasn’t being funny. Definitely not. He was funny but he wasn’t being funny.
He was angry and this was serious.
“You cushioned my fall.”
That came out of my mouth and I knew Hop didn’t get it when he blinked.
“Say again?” he asked.
“Chaos. You. Tyra. Tack. Big Petey. Brick. Dog.” I threw a hand out toward him. “You all cushioned my fall, Hop. You all knew how far I fell and landing after a fall like that could destroy you. It didn’t destroy me because Chaos cushioned my fall.”
The anger slid out of his face as his lips muttered, “Baby.”
I shook my head and kept talking.
“You all mean something to me. You’re family and you intimating that I might think I’m better than you or think badly about you…” I drew in breath before I admitted, “I went over the top when I got ticked because you all mean something to me and I don’t want any of you, because of my clothes or house or job or car, thinking I’d ever think bad things about you. And, for obvious reasons, I especially don’t want you to think that way.”
After I finished speaking, Hop held my eyes and I let him because I was soaking in the look he was giving me.
It was a look I’d never seen from him or anyone.
Not aimed at me.
But I’d seen it. I’d seen it hundreds of times.
I saw it when Tack was watching Ty-Ty with their sons. Or when she was giggling with his daughter Tabby. Or when she was goofing around with the guys and he was distanced but watching and liking what he saw.
Or, my favorite times, when he just caught sight of her walking into a room.
It was a look filled with warmth. A look filled with intimacy. A look of harmony.
The look of love.
Yes, right then, Hopper Kincaid was giving that look to me.
“Come here, lady,” he ordered gently and when I stayed frozen, stuck in the glow of his look and didn’t move immediately, he leaned toward me, hooked a finger in the belt loop of my jeans and he brought me there.
When I was close, he wrapped his arms around my waist and, automatically, I lifted my hands and rested them on his chest. But I was careful not to lose contact with that look in Hop’s eyes.
Hop didn’t seem to notice I was mesmerized because he started talking.
“I f**ked up, jumped to conclusions, said somethin’ stupid and you were right to get pissed,” he told me and I stared up at him, stunned, pleased, warm…
Happy.
Hop wasn’t done.
“I hear you about your work and I won’t get involved.”
My body gave a slight, surprised jerk, taking me out of basking in the glow of his look and I felt my eyes get wide.
“Are you serious?” I asked breathily.
“Yeah,” he answered. “But I reserve the right, that shit ever turns ugly, to have another conversation about it. And if I feel you need me, that conversation might have a different ending.”
Oh my God.
It just kept getting better.
Compromise.
Hopper Kincaid, member of Chaos Motorcycle Club, badass biker who could beat unconscious a mountain of a man who owned a monster truck and do it in three minutes, was willing to compromise.
“Wow,” I whispered, and my whisper encompassed a lot of things and even more feeling and I watched Hop grin.
But his face got serious and his arms got tight when he continued, “You need to take two things from that. What you obviously took and that you do not bury shit because you’re worried about my reaction to it. You need to get it off your chest, lady, I’m here. It starts messin’ with your head, your sleep, your enjoyment of the work you do, that’s when I’ll expect to have our conversation. You down with that?”
It was my turn to grin but I suspected it was less of a grin and more a beaming smile.
“I’m down with that, Hop,” I agreed.
His eyes moved over my face and his grin came back. “Good. Now the dishes are done. You wanna watch TV or you wanna go upstairs and f**k?”
Fight over and the way Hop ended it, a way I liked, liked in a way I knew I could like for a lifetime, I melted into him and asked, “Do we have to go upstairs to f**k?”
He dipped his face closer and answered, “In the mood to dominate, babe, and not big on givin’ my old lady carpet burns.”
He was in the mood to dominate.
Yes.
It just kept getting better.
I smiled at him and slid my hands up so my arms could round his neck before I suggested, “How about we break in the couch?”
His eyes flared and his lips hit mine.
“That works.”
An hour later, I found Hop was right.
It worked.
We worked.
We so worked.
In a lot of ways.
Chapter Eleven
Safely Locked Inside
A week and two days later…
I was in my office and running late.
I had to go home, change, and then meet Hop and the kids at Beau Joe’s for pizza.
This wasn’t big but this was bigger than my “surprise” showing up at a dance recital.
I was meeting them there. This meant, even the kids at their ages would soon get that them seeing me occasionally at Chaos family events then suddenly seeing me everywhere meant something.
I wasn’t nervous, as such. I knew they liked me.
But liking me as Lanie, some woman their dad knew and liking me as Lanie, their dad’s woman, were two different things.
So even though I wasn’t nervous, I still kind of was.
To get home and change, I should have left ten minutes ago. But the new client was taking a lot of time, my day had gotten away from me (in all fairness, this had happened before the new client and it happened frequently) and I was considering, since Hop had his kids for the weekend, coming in on Saturday and getting caught up.