Page 15 of Love Gamble
When I’m unloading the things from my car, Damon walks up and, without saying anything, starts to carry some of the cans of paint. I appreciate the help, and I don’t have the energy to fight with him right now.
“Those can stay in the car,” I explain, turning to him. “But thank you.”
He nods and takes the bags from my hands instead. “I hear you are trying to make the new clubhouse look prettier.”
“Something like that,” I murmur as he closes the trunk and follows me back inside. “And you know I love a good art project.”
“Yes, yes I do,” he replies in an amused tone. “I guess that means we’ll be seeing more of each other.”
I pause in my step for a second before I continue. “Why would you be there?”
I thought it wasn’t ready for anyone to move into yet.
“I moved in—I’m setting up the security at the new clubhouse.”
Does that mean I’m going to have to see him with his girlfriend?
Fuck.
I’m supposed to be clearing my head, not fucking it up further.
“I guess so. I mean, I’ll be pretty busy,” I say, wincing at my own unconvincing tone. He follows me to my room and puts the bags down on my bed, then decides to take a seat on top of my black cotton quilt like he lives here.
He takes up a lot of space in my room, and I suddenly don’t know what to do or say.
“What?” I end up blurting out. “What do you want?”
He arches his brow, gray eyes dancing with amusement. “We can’t have a conversation in your bedroom?”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “I suppose we can. What did you want to talk about exactly?”
“You look beautiful today,” he says, surprising me. “Green is definitely your color.”
My fingers run down my maxi dress, and then land on the bangles on my wrist. “Thank you. Damon—”
“And your hair like that...” he comments, eying my red locks.
Okay, this is getting weird.
I’m about to ask what the hell he’s on when he stands, flashes me a panty-dropping smile, and exits my room, leaving me with my jaw dropped and wondering what just happened.
If mixed signals were a person, it would be Damon.
The next morning, I’m returning from my walk when I see River and Romeo standing outside by their bikes, deep in conversation. I can see the tension practically radiating off of River. When Romeo heads inside, I approach River and give him a hug.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, reading his mood.
He sighs and looks out over the clubhouse. “There’s another MC in town, and it looks like they’re making themselves comfortable. Damon has eyes on them right now.”
I purse my lips. “Why is Damon out there?”
River studies me a little too knowingly and shifts on his feet. “He’s our new sergeant at arms, so he’s going to be more involved in everything.”
My eyebrows rise. “I see. So basically, he’s out there putting himself in danger to prove himself worthy of the title?”
My brother’s jaw tenses. “He’s a biker, Corey. We’re always in danger.”
Maybe.