Page 40 of Hell On Heels
“Good night, Lottie.” He didn’t try to kiss her; he didn’t wait to see if she wanted him to leave. Razor left without looking back.
“Try not to get in a fight with the bottle or the counter tonight, Lottie.”
Opening the door, he stepped out and left her standing in the kitchen. He’d kill Vicious for suggesting he should ask Lottie out.
It took him thirty minutes to get across town to his apartment. He should have gone to the clubhouse. Not wanting to hear the brothers hassle him about Lottie, he chose not to. Pulling into the garage his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. With his mood in the shitter, he ignored it. He wanted a beer and a hot shower.
An hour later, he finally looked at his phone expecting it to be Vicious calling. Instead, it was Lottie. Even being angry at himself, he answered the call.
“Lottie, it’s late.”
“Razor. Don’t interrupt, I wanted to explain.”
“Go ahead.”
“ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said yes to going out even with you.” Lottie sighed, “You’re right, I’m jealous of you being with other women when I can’t be with you. Before you say something about that being wrong and that you offered me the opportunity to be with you tonight. I’d like to explain.”
She took a breath needing to center herself before she continued. “When I found out what Dawson had done to Sway, something in me broke. I had no idea it had happened until I tried to be intimate with someone. When the poor guy touched me, I came unglued.”
She’d started, now she had to finish. “Please know, I want to be with you. I’m just broken. And I shouldn’t have teased you tonight. It was unfair. When you crowded me in the kitchen, I started to have a panic attack, that’s why I got angry. Anyway, I owed you an apology.”
“Lottie, you don’t owe me anything. Get some sleep. I’ll see you at work.”
“Good night, Razor.”
Hanging up the phone, Razor appreciated Lottie calling, he knew it had to be hard for her to call. Now, things were muddled; working together would be hard, more so for her than for him. Opening up his phone contacts, he found Sasha’s number and sent the nurse a text requesting her to switch shifts with Lottie. When he got a reply saying she was on board with the switch, Razor was relieved.
* * *
Across town laying in her bed, Lottie thought about Razor’s comment a dozen times. Each time it sounded more and more like a blow off. She deserved it. Still, it hurt deep down where no one could see. Rolling over, Lottie pulled the covers over her head and cried at the unfairness of the situation. She’d go on watching Razor from afar, and he’d go on playing atThe Red Door.
Tomorrow she’d start looking for a new job. There was no way she’d be able to remain at the clinic.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Razor knocked on the office door at the clubhouse. He’d received a text from Teller sayingclubhouse in thirty, then nothing else.
“Come in,” came Teller’s voice from inside.
Razor turned the knob and pushed the door open. Teller wasn’t alone. Vicious stood against the far wall like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
“You needed to see me, Prez?” Razor asked.
“Come in, Razor. And close the door.”
Well, shit. That didn’t sound good.
“Take a seat,” Teller said.
“If all the same, I’d rather stand.”
“Suit yourself.” Teller tossed the pen onto the desk and crossed his arms over his chest. “Here’s the deal, you two assholes are gonna talk it out or fight it out.”
He paused, looking between them. “I’d hate to see two of my closest…friends?—”
The look Razor and Vicious shot him made Teller flip them both off without hesitation.
“As I was saying,” he continued. “I’d hate to see the two of youplummetone another over a misunderstanding. But believe me, I’ll sell tickets to the fucking show.”
