Rock Chick Revolution

by Ashley, Kristen

  He had it all covered.

  Crap.

  I drew in a breath, sat back and grabbed my mug to take a sip, my eyes on Smithie, my mind whirling.

  On the one hand, this sounded like a juicy case the likes I would not hesitate sinking my teeth into (if it did not require me taking my clothes off in front of an audience). On that same hand, Smithie was in the posse; he meant something to me and he cared about his girls. He wanted them protected, he was worried about them, was powerless, and I knew this was likely striking deep. So I wanted to help him.

  On the other hand, this job required me taking my clothes off in front of an audience.

  Well, at least this gave me one good reason that I ended things with Ren the day before. If we were together and he heard about this, he would lock me in his bedroom and not let me out until I was his pregnant love slave.

  That might seem overkill, but trust me, with this, it wasn’t. Love slave wouldn’t be enough. Pregnant wouldn’t be enough. Both of these would mean I was tied to him in a way I couldn’t come untied, and therefore both would be the only acceptable requirements for release.

  Then he’d probably ask a priest to marry us there, standing by his bed with its wine-colored sheets, me wearing a cream nightie.

  Then he’d let me out.

  Alas, at that moment, all of this seemed good to me.

  Ugh.

  So it was decided.

  “Right, I’ll take on the job,” I told Smithie. “I’ll dance, but only if it’s up to me if I go all out with that in a top off kind of way. Your girls and customers will have to deal if I go with keeping on the bra. It might be I’ll rise to the occasion or the stripper vibe will carry me away and I’ll go all in. But right now, that’s freaking me, so you’re going to have to ride that with me.”

  “Done,” Smithie immediately agreed, and that was when I knew how deep this was striking.

  He was way worried.

  “I have to be all about Ava the next couple of days, Smithie. But soon as I can, I’ll work with Daisy. I’ll also set Brody on an electronic search, Darius on looking into things. I’ll need a name, address and social and if you got it, car info, including the plates,” I told him.

  “You’ll get it within an hour,” he told me.

  I looked to Daisy to see her making her way to the table balancing three plates up one arm with the other hand carrying a bottle of syrup.

  I looked back at Smithie, “You need to set up an account with Daisy. She’ll discuss rates and payment information.”

  Daisy gave me a huge smile, set the syrup down and placed a plate in front of me.

  “Done,” Smithie muttered, his eyes on the plate she was setting in front of him.

  But it was then, it hit me.

  And it hit me hard in a good way that at that moment in my life I really needed.

  This wasn’t happening.

  It had happened.

  I had my first official client.

  I was an investigator.

  I grinned down at my plate and picked up the fork and knife Daisy put there.

  “I’ll get the butter,” she murmured and I looked up to her to see her moving away.

  But she was doing it looking at me.

  And when I caught her eyes, she winked.

  She’d done this, my kickass Daisy. She’d planned and instigated this so my morning wouldn’t totally suck.

  God, freaking loved Daisy.

  I kept grinning.

  Shortly after, I ate five of Daisy’s pancakes.

  I did this because I hadn’t eaten the night before.

  And I was hungry.

  * * * * *

  “You good, honey?” Stevie asked in my ear.

  It was early afternoon. I’d made my calls to set Brody and Darius on Smithie’s case. I was working at Fortnum’s and Stevie had just called me.

  Also, word had gotten around about Ren and me. I knew this because not only were Indy and Jet at Fortnum’s (like normal) but Roxie, Sadie, Stella and Ava were also there. Jules was at the shelter for runaways where she worked, and since we were all heading out early to go to the church for the rehearsal, she had to stay there and sort some stuff before she left. I knew this because she called and told me.

  They knew, but no one got in my face or space.

  But that didn’t mean all of them, including Tex (Duke was still a no-show), weren’t being watchful, though cool.

  It felt nice.

  I knew that the word would spread, but I was glad the ones who knew last night gave me that time, and when they let the word out, they made it what it was.

  Safe for me.

  And I knew by Stevie’s tone he was going to do the same.

  “I’m hanging in there, Stevie,” I told him.

  This was when he proved me right by letting that go and asking, “T minus two hours and twenty minutes before rehearsal. You’re there?”

  “Absolutely,” I answered.

  “You still in for dinner? Because I can call the restaurant and change our numbers without them charging us. Tod will be cool. We have a big enough party and folks are ordering off the menu. It’ll be good.”

  “I’ll be at the dinner too, honey. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied.

  “Okay, sweetie. See you soon.”

  “’Bye, Stevie.”

  “’Bye, baby.”

  I smiled into the phone, slid it into my back pocket and my head snapped up when I heard Indy breathe, “Holy crap,” and felt the vibe all around change.

  But I made no move and uttered not a sound.

  This was because Ren had entered the store and he was currently stalking to me.

  Then he’d stalked to me.

  Then he’d grabbed my hand and tugged me from the table I was about to clear and he yanked me down the center aisle.

  He turned us at the self-help section and tugged me down the row to the side aisle which had a wall of books.

  Once there, he pulled me around, pushed me into the shelves and got in my space and my face.

  Deep in the first, way close to the other.

  “You kissed Smithie?”

  I was not following. I had no idea how I was one second in one place, another second standing with Ren in my space. And I had no idea because I was totally freaked due to his actions breaking a very important breakup law.

  Maybe the most important there was.

  That was, if you shared friends and acquaintances, during breakups any guy who wasn’t a dick didn’t show their faces for ages. Ren was also classy. And classy guys gave you plenty of time to get over it so the hit when you saw them again didn’t kill you. It just maimed.

  So by my estimation I had at least five months and twenty-nine days before I saw him again.

  And anyway, what he asked made no sense whatsoever.

  “Come again?”

  He pushed deeper into me and growled, in a statement this time, “You kissed Smithie.”

  Was he suggesting I’d made out with Smithie?

  And thus, was he high?

  “I… no, I…” I trailed off.

  Pull it together Ally!

  “You kissed him on the cheek,” Ren gritted out.

  Oh.

  I did do that.

  “Well, uh, yes. I did that,” I confirmed.

  “You don’t kiss people’s cheeks,” he stated.

  This was true.

  But why had he come all the way there and broken the most important breakup law there was in order to tell me this?

  “Zano—”

  He pressed so close, I stopped speaking. I also lost my ability to breathe when his hand cupped me under my jaw and gently pushed my head back as his face came so close he was all I could see.

  Once he had me in position, he bit out, “Ren.”

  I blinked, and in that instant, I pulled myself together.

  Therefore, I put a hand to his abs, firm and communicative, and snapped, “What the fuck is going on?”
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br />   “You wanna be a PI, there’s office space across the hall from me. Dom enquired about it. The way shit is with this economy, it’s been vacant for six months, no one even sniffing. They’re desperate to make something on it, so they offered a large discount for the first year. It’s not big; reception, big office, small office, small kitchenette and decent-sized conference room. I signed the lease, bought your first year.”

  My mouth would have dropped open if his hand wasn’t at my jaw.

  So instead I just felt my eyes get wide and stared.

  He kept talking.

  “I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it because I want you however you come to me. But I’ll say it now, it’s important I bring up my family in my faith and it’s important my future wife is a part of that. You offered me that possibility without me even asking.”

  At that, I would have swallowed if his hand wasn’t at my jaw.

  So instead I just kept staring.

  He got even closer so it was only his eyes that I could see, and his voice dropped near to a whisper.

  “You know what I do. You come from who you come from, and I know your meeting with your family last night was about that. And you wanted to give me the opportunity to be a part of that meeting, also givin’ me the shot to start without delay in showin’ your people what you mean to me. I do not know how you feel about what I do because you just let me do it. My guess, I forced that issue, I’d learn you didn’t like it much. You still just let me do it. You could have thrown that shit in my face last night, but you didn’t utter a single fuckin’ word. Which shows me that it’s so embedded in what you give me that it wasn’t even a consideration to draw that blade. Which tells me you take me as I come.”

  It was then, I was breathing heavily.

  But Ren wasn’t done

  “And I didn’t return that favor.”

  Oh my God.

  Was this happening?

  Hot hit my eyes and he kept right on going.

  “I’m not a maximum contact sleeper, Ally. You are.”

  I gasped because this wasn’t true. I wasn’t.

  That was, not with anyone but him.

  Before I could sort that in my head, Ren kept going.

  “Never held a woman all night in my arms in my life… until you.”

  Oh shit.

  I felt the wet in my eyes because I was thinking this was happening.

  He kept at me.

  “And last night, because I was a fuckin’ dick, I didn’t have you in my arms. I didn’t like that. Even when you thought we were fuck buddies, you gave me that.”

  Oh God.

  “Ren,” I whispered.

  “You want this. And what you want to do means so much to you that you would let me be who I am, look into accepting my faith, love me that much, but walk away. Then you take that hurt so deep, you’re on autopilot, lettin’ out the woman inside you hold close and only dole out occasionally, but give to me. And you do shit like kiss Smithie to say hello when you never would do that shit. It means that much, then you can have it. And me. I’ll worry, but I’ll learn to trust you. All I ask is, when you got my babies inside you, you take cases you know are safe, and once we got kids under our roof, you proceed with the same caution. You with me?”

  “I… are you… are you saying…?” I took in a breath. “Are you saying that you’re okay with me starting a private investigations agency?”

  “No. I’m not saying that. I’m sayin’ I’ll work at it and try to be.”

  Oh God.

  I couldn’t stop it. A tear slid out of the side of my eye.

  Ren’s hand finally moved from my jaw so it could cup my cheek, but his thumb kept moving in order to sweep away the tear.

  But his eyes never left mine as he whispered, “I love you, Ally. I was pissed and worried. Lucky said you had a gun on you and that undid me. You not callin’ and tellin’ me that shit was gonna go down didn’t make things better. You came home and were immediately cool. I was not in a place where I could be cool so I was a dick.” He dipped his head, his mouth touched mine and he kept his lips there when he finished, “I’m sorry, baby.”

  Yep. Not only was this happening; it happened.

  I hiccoughed back a silent sob and shoved my face in his neck.

  Both his arms closed around me. They did this tight and I felt this jaw press to the side of my head.

  He was going to give himself to me at the same time take me as me.

  This.

  Was.

  Righteous.

  Oh shit.

  This was a disaster!

  I took two deep breaths to pull myself together, but kept my face firm in his neck when I started, “Uh… Ren—”

  “Smithie’s got an issue and you’re dancin’ for him,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  I blinked against his skin.

  Then I pulled my face out of his neck and stared at him.

  He didn’t look happy. He didn’t look pissed, but he didn’t look happy.

  “You’re on that case and you come home from work, baby, I don’t wanna know,” he stated.

  Was this Ren?

  Or was there another dimension, and the Ren from that dimension slid through?

  “Do you feel okay?” I asked and he grinned.

  Then he said, “I shouldn’t. I got shit sleep. And last night, I also got calls from both your brothers, up in my shit.”

  Uh.

  Say what?

  Ren kept going.

  “Then I got a call from Daisy, up in my shit. This means I got a call from Marcus, also up in my shit. And this morning I got a call from Shirleen, again, up in my shit. And last I got a call from Smithie, tellin’ me you’re workin’ a case for him and he would not be happy if I got up in his shit. Then I hauled my ass over here to sort our shit. Now, you gotta call and let whoever know I’m gonna be at the rehearsal dinner tonight, because I missed dinner with my woman last night and that shit isn’t happening two days in a row.”

  Our first semi-official date was going to Luke and Ava’s rehearsal dinner.

  How freaking cool was that?

  I didn’t tell him I thought that.

  I muttered, “I best call Tod.”

  “And don’t bother calling Daisy. She already sent your bags back to my place.”

  God.

  Totally loved Daisy.

  “Last,” he went on, “you gotta be a badass and call me Zano, that’s cute. I like it. But if things are deep with us, shit’s raw, emotional or important, I’m Ren. I’ve asked a lot from you Ally, and you from me. But you’re not a badass with me. You’ve let me into that place in you that you don’t give anybody. So you don’t put up that shield to hold me back when shit’s important. You’re you. You’re Ally. And I’m Ren.”

  This kind of weirded me out how much he’d figured out about me.

  I also didn’t share this.

  I whispered, “Okay.”

  “Okay,” he replied.

  “Can I ask what my brothers said to you?”

  “No,” he answered. “Just know those two men love you. They’d break important alliances to take your back. And they’d likely lay their lives down for you.”

  Those must have been intense conversations.

  Nevertheless, I already knew all that.

  So, my insides so warm they were melty, I smiled.

  “Uh, sorry,” a voice said from our side, and we both looked that way to see a thin woman wearing a brightly colored tunic and jeans and lots of jewelry standing there. Her eyes were on me. “I know you work here. Where can I find Eat, Pray, Love?”

  “Are you shitting me?” Ren asked low, which meant dangerous.

  Her eyes went from Ren to me and she lifted her brows.

  Clearly a regular.

  “Have you looked in the G’s?” I asked her.

  “The G’s? It’s called Eat, Pray, Love. I looked in the E’s,” she answered.

  “It’s written by Elizabeth Gilbert, and
books are shelved by author in biography. So try the G’s. But, heads up, we’re a used bookstore and that’s a popular title. Odds are we’ve had about fifty of them and sold that same fifty, unless you’re lucky.”

  She nodded. “I’ll look in the G’s.”

  “Do that now,” Ren ordered.

  She gave him a look, rolled her eyes at me, and sauntered away.

  Definitely a regular.

  “Fuck me,” Ren muttered, and I looked at him to see he was staring at the space the woman used to occupy.

  “Ren,” I called softly, and he immediately looked at me.

  And thus I got his eyes.

  Jeez, those eyes.

  “Are you gonna kiss me, or what?” I asked.

  That was when I got his smile.

  A second later, I got his kiss.

  “Uh… just to say…” We heard, and Ren growled into my mouth before he broke the kiss and we both looked to the side to see Indy standing there.

  She looked to Ren then to me.

  And she smiled huge.

  “I approve,” she declared and disappeared.

  She’d so totally been listening.

  Before I could process this, Ren’s hand was again at my jaw. He turned my head back to him and then his mouth was again on mine, his tongue again in my mouth, and I wasn’t up for processing anything.

  * * * * *

  “You good?” Ren asked.

  Oh yeah.

  I was good.

  So good.

  My plethora of shopping bags were in Ren’s bedroom.

  And I was in Ren’s arms in his bed after he gave me two orgasms.

  So. Totally. Good.

  “Yeah, honey,” I muttered sleepily.

  “No, baby,” he replied, pulling my back deeper into his front and nuzzling his face in my neck where he went on, “Ava and Luke’s thing. You and me. That history. You seemed okay tonight at dinner. I just wanna make sure that’s where you are, not what you want people to see.”

  I closed my eyes.

  Seriously.

  So.

  Totally.

  Loved this man.