Page 65 of Raw Honey
How dare he call me feisty pants? I don't know what it is about this guy, but he totally rubs me the wrong way.
A few minutes later, we sit down to dinner. When asked about Ice's case, Vince proceeds to tell us that he met with Ice before coming here and after talking over the details of the case, he's hopeful. He also mentions that Sainte will be staying on for a while at Ice's request, and that he will be Emma's personal bodyguard while Ice is away.
Why the fuck does she need a bodyguard? I don't trust this guy. At least we have some good news about Ice. Hopefully, he will be coming home soon.
After dinner, Vince and Sainte linger for a bit and then Vince leaves. I guess when they said that Sainte would be staying on, they meant that he would be staying here. Tonight, he will have to sleep on the couch, as Rebel's parents are not leaving until tomorrow. I guess he can have that room after they leave. This house is getting to be more and more like a fucking hotel.
When Hawk gets ready to leave, I follow him out. When we get to his bike, I ask, "So when did I become your old lady?"
He chuckles. "The day you agreed to go out with me."
"It's that simple?"
"It's that simple, babe." He gets on his bike and says, "Honey, I'm counting on you to make Sainte comfortable."
"Why is he here?"
"Now don't you go worrying about that. Ice has his reasons."
"But Hawk, there's something about that guy that I don't trust."
"You're being ridiculous. Ice trusts him with Emma's life. That's testimony enough for me that he's a good guy."
"But …"
"Honey, it's all good. I promise," he says. "I gotta go." He kisses me goodbye and then puts on his helmet. He waves and pulls out of the driveway.
I still don't trust Sainte. That fucker called me feisty pants.
