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Livin' on the Edge (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 6)(2)
Author: Winter Travers

He held up his hands. “Fine. If that’s how you want it. You can hide whatever you want from me.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” I insisted. Not like I would actually tell him if I was. And I was.

“Let’s go. We can grab breakfast on the way.”

I snatched my purse from the floor next to the bed and hitched it over my shoulder. “We are not stopping to get breakfast. You are taking me home, and then, you are leaving.”

He moved to the door and held it open. “Let’s go, Lynn.” That sexy, smoldering smile slide across his lips. The same smile he had given me last night.

That smile could crumble cities and melt panties.

It had melted mine off.

“Straight home, Zephyr,” I snapped.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Whatever you say, darlin’. Whatever you say.”

*

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Go away…

 

Zephyr

 

“Take it.”

She curled her lips and glared at the bag. “No.”

“It’s yours, take it.”

“I didn’t ask for it,” she insisted. “I told you I just wanted to come home. Stopping for breakfast burritos was not what I wanted.”

I leaned down and set the bag on the sidewalk in front of her feet. “Well, sometimes we don’t know exactly what we want, yeah?”

“I’m the therapist here, Zephyr,” she snapped.

I chuckled. “Yeah, not like you can tell by looking at you.”

The first time I had met Lynn, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and told her she didn’t look like any shrink I had ever met before. That was a damn fact.

Her purple hair and the number of tattoos on her skin didn’t meet expectations for the average shrink look. Hell, I was even more surprised when I got her clothes off last night. Beneath her shirt and pants, she was colorful as fuck.

She tipped her head to me. “Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. Blowing up society’s bullshit mold for therapists makes me giddy.”

“Well, you’re doing a damn good job of it, darlin’.” The only way you would know what Lynn did for a living was to actually step into her office.

Her eyes darted down the street. A large, old Cadillac motored down the road and turned into Lynn’s driveway.

“Thanks for the ride,” she snapped. “Now leave.” She snatched the bag from the curb and jogged up the driveway behind the car.

“You okay?” I called. Her demeanor had changed the second she laid her eyes on the car. Sure, she was being sassy about the burritos and wanting me to leave, but this was different.

“I’m fine. Please leave,” she pleaded.

I wasn’t ready to leave yet. Not until I knew that Lynn was okay.

The driver’s side door of the car swung open with a chorus of cuss words. The voice was male, deep, and gruff. “Lynn!”

“Coming, Daddy,” she hollered. She hurried over to the open door and helped the man out.

“Get my cane from the floor, would you?” the man asked.

Lynn helped him stand up and then leaned into the car to retrieve the cane. “I didn’t know you were coming over today. I planned on coming to you after lunch.”

The man huffed and grabbed the cane from her hand. “I needed some things from the grocery store, so I figured I might as well stop by to see you.”

Lynn glanced in my direction.

That was her mistake.

The man, her dad, hadn’t seen me before.

Now, he had.

“Who’s that?” he asked.

Lynn cleared her throat. “Uh, just someone who gave me a ride.”

“Ride from where?” he questioned. “It’s not even nine o’clock in the morning.”

“Uh, my car wouldn’t start.”

Her dad turned and looked at the car he had parked behind. “I’m getting old, Lynn, but you’re gonna have to explain this shit to me a little bit. Your car is here, but you weren’t.”

“Uh, well,” she stammered. “I needed to run to the store, and since my car wouldn’t start, I had to call for a ride.”

I smirked. Lame.

Her dad turned toward me. “Thanks for giving her a ride home from the clubhouse,” he yelled.

“No problem,” I drawled. Maybe he had seen me when he pulled up. Hell, he had to have looked pretty closely for him to notice I was with the club.

Lynn sputtered and struggled to get out a full sentence.

“You want coffee?” her father asked me.

Lynn gasped. “No!” she shouted.

“I could go for a cup.” I knocked down the kickstand and stood from the bike. “I got an extra breakfast burrito if you want one.”

Her dad raised his cane in the air. “Fucking deal, kid,” he hollered. “Lynn, roll up your tongue off the sidewalk and help me fire up the coffee maker.” He strolled toward the front door while Lynn stood there sputtering.

Lynn beelined back to me with a scowl on her face. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “I told you to leave, and instead, you and my dad make plans to have coffee?” Her eyes were wide, and her nostrils flared. “Are you insane?”

I grabbed the bag of burritos from her hand. “Last I checked, no.”

“Then why are you coming into my house?”

I shrugged. “Is it really that big of a deal, darlin’? Your dad invited me in. It would have been rude to tell him no.”

She stepped toward me and had to tip her head back to keep her eyes connected to mine. “You’re a crude, rude, badass biker. You don’t go into girl’s houses to meet their dads.”

I shrugged. “Well, no, not normally. Though, I have to admit, I’ve never been given a chance before today. Besides, he seems pretty cool.” He didn’t turn up his nose at the fact that I was part of the Kings of Vengeance. Her dad went up a few notches with that.

Lynn dragged her fingers through her hair. “This is not how this goes. You and I do not sleep together, and then you meet my dad.” She wagged her finger in my face. “Why didn’t you tell him no?”

“We went over this already,” I drawled.

“And I told you that you’re rude, crude, and badass. You should have told him no and then roared off on your bike.”

“If I’m that, then what are you?” I asked. “You like the fact that you break the stereotype for a shrink, yet you’re standing here throwing out the typical bullshit people think about bikers.” Double standard much?

“It’s not a stereotype if it’s true,” she seethed. “If you would have said I was an awkward, foul-mouthed therapist who’s a badass, I would have agreed with you.”

“Awkward, foul-mouthed, and badass. That’s quite the combination.” I smirked.

“It’s a heavy load to carry, but I think I pull it off well.” She nodded toward my bike. “Now hop back on your bike, and I’ll tell Dad you had some biker emergency and had to leave.”

I stepped around her. “Now, now, Lynn. I don’t want you to lie to your dad. A cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito won’t hurt anything.”

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