“Katarzyna,” Glitch gritted out. “You wanna rip me a new one, fine. But do it out here where we can at least pretend we don’t have an audience.”

Raising her chin, she marched outside and down the steps to the middle of the pathway. Glitch closed the door.

Mac stood and moved toward where Dumpster slept on a speaker. She pet her as she inched the curtains aside. “Should we be concerned that Glitch is carrying Kat to his truck over his shoulder?”

“Nah.”

“Should we try to stop him?”

“Nah,” I repeated. “He’d never hurt her. This break was the kick in the ass he needed.”

“Break? It’s been less than a day.”

“Trust me, neighbor, that’s more than enough time.”

It had been for me. I’d told myself to give her the night on Saturday, but that hadn’t stopped me from leaving the clubhouse early to freeze my ass off in the backyard on the off chance she came over.

And she had ’cause somehow I’d become the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

She didn’t look convinced. “I told her she could stay here until she was ready.”

“Only reason I agreed to bring her here was so she could talk to you and ’cause I knew Glitch would come get her. Surprised it took him this long.”

“Ophelia was right,” Mac said, eyeing me from across the room. “Mayhem men are insane.”

“She’s right.”

“Technically, she said you were bossy.”

“Right about that, too.” Some of the stress eased from her, but I wanted to get rid of all of it. Needed to. “Computer is fixed.”

“Oh, thank God. What was it?”

“Router and modem.” She opened her mouth, and I knew she was gonna ask about the cost. “He used parts from his stock, so it’s all set, and the new info is on your desk.”

She stretched, and fuck if that innocent movement didn’t make me hard. “Glitch is my hero.”

And fuck if that innocent phrasing didn’t make me jealous as hell.

I closed the distance between us. “You only got one hero, baby.”

Pulling her fuckable bottom lip between her teeth, she gave a solemn nod. “You’re right… It’s definitely Swedes. That fried chicken.”

“Stubborn woman,” I bit out. I wanted to kiss her till she was all I could taste. Till she was worked up and panting. Till she was as needy for me as I was for her. But thanks to her smart mouth, I teased her as payback. I skimmed my lips lightly across hers. Her little whimper made my dick ache.

“You eat enough?” I asked with another light graze.

She nodded and tipped her head, silently begging for more.

“You tired?” I brushed the corner of her mouth with mine.

That time, she shook her head, trying to catch my lips in the process.