Whisky on My Mind by Karlene Blakemore-Mowle

Author:Karlene Blakemore-Mowle [Blakemore-Mowle, Karlene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Published: 2013-05-29T00:00:00+00:00

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“Has all the Switchblade stuff been put on hold after Sorenson’s press conference?” Whisky asked, as she lay with Sawyer late one night on the sofa in their apartment. They hadn’t talked about the club decision to take on the Switchblades since after the day of the vote. This was one of the first nights they’d both been awake this late in days.

Sawyer toyed with her fingers, and she guessed he was kind of grateful they weren’t facing each other if his hedging kind of answer was anything to go by. “It made us re-think a few things. Don’t worry, Baby, we’re not going anywhere just yet.”

She was relieved to hear it. Each day she wondered if this was the day they rode off to go face the Switchblades. She had no idea what all this involved, but an image of a mass shootout at the O.K. Corral managed to turn her blood to ice in her veins. She turned in his arms so that she faced him and snuggled her face tightly into his neck, breathing in his warm, comforting scent.

“Hey?” Sawyer said softly, pulling back so he could look into her face. “It’s going to be okay, Baby. I promise.”

She nodded quickly, unable to trust her voice as a fierce rush of dread washed over her. She hated this calm before the storm feeling that hung heavily over the club. The waiting was driving her insane.

The next afternoon as they worked side by side in Sawyer’s office, a knock on the door announced Jackson’s arrival. “Sawyer, there’s a cop in the bar, wants to see you, Detective Santiago.”

A string of expletives flew from Sawyer’s mouth as he pushed himself away from the desk and sent a wary frown Whisky’s way. “Fantastic. Just what I need to top off an already shitty week.”

“Maybe I should come with you,” Whisky said, as apprehension settled between her shoulder blades. Caleb and Sawyer in the same room was just asking for trouble.

“Yeah, might be a good idea. That way he can see for himself you’re alive and unscathed. For some reason the jerk always asks how you are.”

“Baby,” she warned lightly. “Just hear him out and don’t make any trouble,” she told him as he pulled her to her feet.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a smirk that damned if it didn’t make her melt just a little bit.

They walked out into to the bar hand in hand, and she noticed Cindy hovering by the waitress station wearing an anxious look on her face. Throwing her a confident smile, Whisky stopped and asked if she’d bring over some drinks before following Sawyer to the table where Caleb sat, waiting.

“Sky,” he said, holding her gaze a moment too long for what would be considered polite. Beside her she could feel Sawyer holding himself in check, even though outwardly he showed no reaction.

“Hello, Caleb. What can we do for you?” she asked, ignoring the tension in the air.

“I just dropped by for a friendly chat.”

“How’s your investigation going?” Sawyer asked calmly.

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