“Yes,Cariña, we know Tobi. We were headed to Prairie Winds ourselves.” He wanted to smile at the pink blush that spreadbeneath the dirt smudges on her cheeks. Obviously, she wasn’t completely clueless about the club.
“What’s your name, darlin’?” There was an edge in Trac’s voice Juan didn’t understand, something between amusement and annoyance. Since Trac’s southern accent was more pronounced when he was aroused, Juan was going with amused and was relieved to see he wasn’t the only one attracted to her.
“Lakyn.Lakyn Hicks.” She’d added her last name so quickly, Juan couldn’t help glancing over her head at Trac, raising a brow in question. The shit-eating grin on his friend’s face should have been a clue, but he honestly had no idea what Trac was smiling about.
“Want to amend that, Princess?” This time Trac’s voice definitely sounded amused despite his stern reprimand.
“Damn.” Her whispered curse camejust as Juan turned onto the long drive leading to Prairie Winds. Pulling to a stop in the recently built parking garage, Juan switched off the ignition and turned in his seat to look at the pair sitting next to him. The smudged angel looked frustrated or guilty, he couldn’t decide which, while Trac looked like the cat who swallowed the fucking canary.
Juan had been mildly annoyed a heartbeatearlier because he hated feeling like an outsider looking in, but the defeated look spreading over her face brought his protective nature surging to the surface.
“Spit it out,Cariña.” Juan’s words might have been laced with a sweet Spanish endearment, but there would be no mistaking it for anything other than the command it had been. Rather than answering him, she looked at Trac.
“Do you thinkshe’ll be angry?” Now it was Trac’s turn to look confused.
“You mean Tobi doesn’t know who you are?” She shook her head, and Trac leaned his head back and laughed out loud. “Oh, this just keeps getting better and better.”
Juan was losing patience with the side conversation, and his snarl of frustration drew his friend’s attention. Nodding in his direction, Trac grinned.
“Juan Rivera, meet LakynStorm.”
Lakyn Storm? Fucking seriously?