Brute's Strength: Riot MC Biloxi #2 by Karen Renee

Author:Karen Renee [Renee, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Karen Renee
Published: 2021-07-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Don’t Fight It

Kenzie

Ever since Caleb’s visit, Brute had distanced himself from me. Not physically, exactly, but in conversation, most definitely. When he said he had to go to his truck, I’d shoved the pizza into the fridge and peeked through the blinds to watch him walk the length of the driveway.

Watching him do that warmed my heart because I hadn’t thought about looking for someone watching the house. But when he walked back with his phone to his ear, the warmth dissipated. Why would he be on the phone? Was he setting it up so someone would keep an eye on my house and he could leave? Or was he arranging for my car to be here in the morning?

Why was I so insecure?

I took a deep breath. Then I followed my advice to my daughter when she was wound up. “Just whoosah,” I murmured.

Brute’s wine glass had a little left in it, so I made the executive decision to top it off while pouring myself another. If he left and didn’t drink it, that was okay.

“You talkin’ to somebody, baby?” he asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Just myself, though I wasn’t exactly talking.”

He kissed my neck near my collar bone. “Sorry that took so long. Had to check your street. Then Dad called. He said to tell you hello, by the way.”

I couldn’t fight my smile. “That’s nice of him. You can tell him I said, ‘hi,’ back.”

His hands at my waist turned me to face him. “I’m sorry I got weird earlier. You up for more football for a little bit?”

“Watching it, sure.”

He chuckled. “Didn’t think you played it.”

“Aubrey wants to try flag football.”

His chin dipped and he gave me a look. “She’s a real tomboy, eh?”

“Yep. No matter what we do to—”

“Don’t fight it,” he interrupted.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, Stephanie was a tomboy and my stepmom fought her on that shit tooth and nail. Didn’t work. If she would’ve gone with it, my guess is Stephie wouldn’t be ridin’ a Harley now.”

My brows scrunched. “You mean she wouldn’t be with Har?”

He grinned while shaking his head. “No, she got herself a Harley before moving back here. If Tori would’ve been easier on her while married to my dad, I don’t think Stephie would’ve hung with me and Har like she did.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He wanted to say he’d teach her girl to throw a spiral, but that was too much. He smiled. “So... couch or your bed?”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

“Woman.”

She shook her head. “Fine. My bed since if you’re staying the night, we’ll end up there anyway.”

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