I put my hand up. “Don’t read into that. He’s been clear as crystal about where the two of us stand. And let’s not forget Jill.”
“I can’t pretend to know what goes through his head, but I know that since Mary I haven’t seen him have any interest in another woman—”
“Except for sex.”
She cringes. “Well, yeah. When I saw him with you it was like you breathed the life back into him. It was a good thing to see.”
“So he loved Mary?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods, a sad look taking over her expression. “There’s no one who didn’t love Mary. She was kind, sweet, and gentle. How she ended up with a biker like Arrow I never knew, but she was all things good in the world.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. I could never compare to that, and I shouldn’t be expected to. It’s obvious that Arrow isn’t the man for me. If only I could curb this stupid attraction I have for him. It’s bad enough he’s hooking up with random skanks every night—competing with the ghost of his ex-lover is not something I want to do. I’m sorry for his loss; in fact, I wish he still had Mary. Arrow deserves to be happy; I’d want that for him.
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask her.
She wrings her hands. “I think you’ll be good for him. I think that he wants you but is fighting it. He’s letting the past control his future. He’s not letting himself be happy because of the guilt and pain he’s still carrying over Mary’s death.”
Why does he feel guilt, I have to wonder. It wasn’t his fault. His lifestyle is a dangerous one, and I’m sure Mary knew that. Maybe because he couldn’t protect her . . . Yeah, I could see a man like Arrow being guilty over that. He’s probably carrying a whole lot of shit on his shoulders.
“Why do they call him Arrow?” I ask, changing the subject. I don’t need to wonder how Arrow’s mind works. What I need to do is forget about anything to do with him. If only it were that easy.
She laughs. Hard. “I remember one morning I walked out into the kitchen and he was standing there, cooking breakfast butt naked. I was horrified. He turned around, smiling and cheerful, like there was nothing wrong with his nudity. Then I looked down and saw his . . .”
She trails off, blushing.
“Penis,” I offer.
“Yes,” she says. “His penis, and it was huge. Long, straight, thick, and aimed right at me, like it was pointing at its next victim or something.”
“Like an arrow,” I surmise.
“Yes.” She giggles. “Like an arrow.”
We both break out in a fit of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Arrow asks as he enters the room, taking a seat and looking from Faye to me.
“Nothing,” we say at the same time.
He raises an eyebrow at us and says, “I knew the two of you together would be trouble.”
“Trouble? No idea what you’re talking about,” Faye replies, innocently staring down at her manicure.
“We were just talking about—”
Faye raises her eyes to me and we start laughing again.
Arrow shakes his head. “Spill it now. Look at the two of you, giggling like fuckin’ teenagers.”
I sober. “Faye was just telling me why she thinks everyone calls you Arrow.”
I look down at his crotch for emphasis.
Arrow’s eyes crinkle. “You both talkin’ ’bout my cock?”
Faye gasps. “Don’t let Dex hear you say that.”
“It’s the truth,” Arrow scoffs.
“I was just telling her the story,” Faye says, smirking. “Good times.”
“Anna?” Arrow growls.
Oh, shit, I was still staring at his crotch.
“Yes?” I reply sweetly, my expression a picture of innocence.
He does something then that makes me want to rip his clothes off and lick him inch by delicious inch.
He smiles.
His lips curve up on both sides, and his eyes dance with amusement.
“What you looking at, Anna?” he asks, looking on the verge of laughter.
My gaze darts to Faye, who is staring wide-eyed at Arrow.
“Nothing,” I mumble. But it wasn’t nothing; it was something.
Something huge.
His phone rings, ruining the moment, and he instantly stands up, barking into the receiver, “Talk to me.”
He leaves the room and walks into the clubroom for privacy.
“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” I ask in a soft voice.
She sighs and rubs her forehead. “Arrow killed the president of another MC a couple years ago. Sin and their new president negotiated a truce, but I honestly think they’re going to be at each other’s throats for the rest of their lives. Every time something goes wrong, our men blame the Wild Men MC; I don’t know if it’s really them or not.”
“So what went wrong this time?” I ask.
“A deal went wrong, and Dex and the others went there to sort it out and smooth things over with the other party.”
“Do they sell drugs?” I whisper, looking around to make sure no one was listening.
She shakes her head. “Not anymore.”
Okkaaaayyyyy.
“I do know things, Anna, but there isn’t much I can say. As their lawyer I keep my ears open and my lips sealed.”
She was their lawyer?
So she must know more than she is letting on. Everything about every member, Rake included.