“What kind of man does it?” she countered back immediately, not even reacting to his crudity. “You were there in that bath and bed too, as I recall, and you didn’t seem all that interested in offering much truth from your side as you took me against that wall. Did you think I’d cut your throat or stalk you, so you were defending yourself by lying about every single goddamn thing that came out of your mouth?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Jolene.”
“Ditto, Silver.” A thought suddenly occurred to her as she stared at the club insignia on his cut. “Why weren’t you wearing that the other night? Aren’t you MC boys always supposed to be sporting your colors?”
“It needed a patch job. Not that it’s any of your goddamn business.”
They glared at each other and any warmth between them, a
