Hawaiian Honey by Cathryn Cade

Author:Cathryn Cade
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kleptomania, Heroine with addiction, MC Romance, Hawaiian Romance, Strong heroines, Alpha heroes, Honey series, Bad Boy Hero, Dangerous hero, wounded hero, wounded heroine
Publisher: Windtree Press
Published: 2018-09-17T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Shelle stared at Moke for a second, his words echoing in her ears.

Then she noted his smirk, and rolled her eyes. "Uh, no. Trust me, I've known guys who did that, and you are not like them."

His face darkened, and he stiffened. "You've known guys who stole for a living. What da fuck, Shelle?"

She really liked the way he said her name—except not this time, because he growled it. "Hey," she protested, "I didn't say I took part, just said I've known guys."

"Yeah, and you shouldn't be hanging around them. Any guy who's willing to live like that, isn't safe for you to be around."

Was he for real? "I'll be sure and keep that in mind, Captain America. Thanks."

Too bad two of them had been her foster brothers, and a little hard to avoid. Vicky had finally told the two to get gone. But as with all her other foster kids, she'd done her best with them.

"Fuck that," he ordered, leaning toward her. "I ain't trying to pretend to be anyone's hero, woman. I'm telling you, a woman like you doesn't belong anywhere around low-lifes like that. They'll drag you down with 'em, sure as fuck."

Yeah. Little did he know she didn't have so far to fall. She crumpled her empty water bottle, keeping her eyes on that.

"You asked what I do," he said, his voice gentler. "I'm an auto mechanic. My buddy T-Bear and me, we run an auto repair shop. JJ's Auto in Airway Heights."

Oh, that was cool. He worked with his hands, and knew how to fix cars. Everyone needed a good mechanic. "Where's Airway Heights?" Must be around some kind of airport, with that name.

"Just out of Spokane, near the eastern border of Washington, and Fairchild USAF base. You been over there?"

"Once, I think. When I was little. I haven't...traveled much."

"But you're here," he said.

She sighed. "I know. Pretty big jump for me."

"How about you?" he asked. "What are your plans—gonna stay here awhile, or go home after you visit your foster mom?"

And just like that, Shelle's lunch knotted in her belly. "Uh, no. I, uh, can't go home right away." She rose and tossed her crumpled water bottle and napkin into the cooler. "What's next?"

He gave her a look that said the convo wasn't through for good, but then he rose as well. "More of the same, I guess."

Three hours later, they were hot, tired and filthy. To clean the tiny bathroom, Shelle had literally poured bleach and cleaner around the room, and into the toilet and shower, followed that with hot water, and used the mop to swamp it out, because she was not getting any closer to that toilet than broom's length. She left the window open and hoped it would dry.

Then she went back into the kitchen and washed off her face and every other bit of bare skin with cool water and a few drops of cleaner. She went and stood outside in the fresh air to dry off, not to mention to breathe deeply.

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