"Don't make promises you can't keep," he returned.

She stared at him through her shades, her mouth set, and he knew, he tore off those f.u.c.king sungla.s.ses, her eyes would be flaring.

He pulled in a breath, calming the burn in his insides so he was able to request, "You wanna explain the att.i.tude?"

"No," she clipped.

"If you don't, then don't dish that s.h.i.+t out. You got somethin' up your a.s.s, you gotta have the b.a.l.l.s to let it hang out. Not dish out s.h.i.+t and expect me to eat it when I don't know your f.u.c.kin' problem."

"You're right, Shy. My apologies. You walking up to my car and cursing sarcastically at me threw me off my game. You went out of your way to help me, I should be more appreciative."

Her words were sweet. Her tone was not.

"Babe, you led with snapping out you'd have this covered if you could move those lug nuts. You didn't even f.u.c.kin' say h.e.l.lo. How, exactly, would you have liked me to respond to that, seein' as you haven't so much as looked at me in a long f.u.c.kin' time."

She threw out her hands in a bulls.h.i.+t gesture of apology. "Sorry, Shy, so, so sorry. I mean, it isn't like I was on my way to do something when I got a stupid flat then I couldn't move the stupid lug nuts and I tried for, like"-she leaned in-"ever. So when you rolled up to help out, instead of being understandably frustrated, I should have put the smile on and given you the love. I get that, you hauled yourself out here to help out and me being p.i.s.sed off that my day is totally screwed, my hands are dirty, my jeans are dirty, and I have to go home and change isn't your problem. I shouldn't make it that way."

f.u.c.k, she had a point.

"Tabby-" he started, but she cut him off.

"And the b.l.o.w.j.o.b crack was out of line. I apologize for that too."

"Tab-"

"As was the friend thing and, well...everything. Now, are we good?"

There it was.

His shot.

And he was going to take it.

He took a step toward her and said quietly, "We're good, babe, but since your day is screwed anyway, and we're out in the middle of nowhere, we should take this time to talk."

When he moved toward her, she held her ground. After he made his suggestion, she leaned slightly back.

"About what?" she asked.

"I got the feeling you're avoiding me."

"I'm not," she stated, too quickly.

"I haven't spoken to you in over a year," he pointed out.

"We were never really close, Shy," she replied.

Shy tried a different tactic. "Used to see you all the time, Tab. Now I never see you."

"I'm busy."

"You were busy before and I still saw you."

"Now I'm busy...er."

He shook his head and moved closer. She stood her ground but he saw her body go stiff. He ignored that and continued, "You're avoiding me and have been since that s.h.i.+t went down a while back."

"What s.h.i.+t?" she asked, and she was so obviously attempting to pull the wool, he almost smiled because it was f.u.c.king cute.

d.a.m.n.

"You know what s.h.i.+t," he replied.

"Shy-" she began, moving back, but he caught her by her upper arm and she went still again.

He leaned down so their faces were close.

Jesus, she had a fantastic mouth.

"It was harsh, babe, way harsh, too harsh. I see that now, but it's been over a year and you're still freezing me out. This s.h.i.+t can't go on, Tabby. We're family."

He saw that fantastic mouth of hers twist in a way that made his gut do the same before she whispered, "We're not family."

"We're both Chaos," he reminded her.

"We're not family," she repeated.

"Babe-"

She twisted her arm out of his hold but didn't move away when she spoke.

"My family talked to me about the s.h.i.+t that went down with that guy after it happened years ago, Shy. Ty-Ty, Dad, Rush were there for me. I screwed up, things with Mom were bad, she was always all over me even when I didn't do anything wrong. I was sixteen and stupid so, I thought, what the heck? If I was going to be in trouble anyway, I might as well do something to be in trouble for, and I was with a guy who was way too old for me. He tried it on with me, it flipped me out, and when I said no, he wasn't cool. He hit me, hurt me, and I called Tyra to help me out. She called you to take her back. And, well, you were there. You know the rest."

"Tab-" Shy tried again, now trying to cut in because he could tell going over the past was not somewhere she wanted to be but Tabby kept talking.

"When they confronted me about it, it wasn't comfortable but it was honest and gentle and what I needed. Sheila took me aside and she asked me and listened to me when I had to let go of s.h.i.+t about Mom. Arlo took me out for a hot dog and a discussion on how to spot a good guy and when to know when a guy's a jerk. And all of them had my back for years after that went down to make sure nothing like that went down again. It was overboard, overprotective, and annoying but at least it was loving." She shook her head. "But you...you made a.s.sumptions. You showed you decided exactly the kind of girl I was that night when that guy took his hand to me without knowing one single thing about me. I wasn't what you thought, Shy. I didn't need your s.h.i.+t and I also didn't deserve it. Family doesn't make judgments. They talk. They support. You made a judgment. You acted on that judgment. You doing it hurt me so that means you are not my family."

After gutting him, she turned on her boot, stomped to her car, folded her curvy, little body in and then she was off, leaving Shy standing at the side of the road.

Four months later...

Shy sat on his bike, p.i.s.sed. Construction jacking up downtown and some show getting out at the Denver Center for the Performing Arts meant traffic was jammed every-f.u.c.king-where.

He watched three cars get through the light and didn't budge on his bike before they were back to red and he was back to thinking he'd ride his bike up on the sidewalk to get past this s.h.i.+t. The cars were so jacked, jockeying for position to make it to the single lane they had to get through, he couldn't even ride between to get the f.u.c.k out.

He sat back and turned his head, gliding his eyes through the waves of people crawling over the sidewalks, crossing the street and climbing down the stairs at DCPA, when his eyes pa.s.sed through her and his head jerked back.

Tabby.

Tabby wearing a tight, strapless red dress covered in lace, the scallops skimming her knees. On her feet were high, spiked black heels that were s.e.xy as all f.u.c.k, the same as they were cla.s.sy. Her ma.s.s of hair was pulled softly back from her face, tucked in a complicated arrangement of curls at the back.

She looked like a modern-day princess. Elegant. Sophisticated. High-cla.s.s.

"Jesus," he muttered.

She was looking around like she was lost, and he was about to put his tongue to his teeth to whistle when she found what she was looking for and Shy went rock solid.

A tall, good-looking, built blond guy in a suit moved to her, smiling. She tipped her head back, not smiling.

f.u.c.king beaming.

Shy watched as the man slid an arm around her waist, she leaned into his body, and he bent to touch his mouth to hers. He stayed bent, kept his face close to hers, as any man would do, Tabby dressed like that, looking like that, smiling like that, and her mouth moved.

Then his head shot back as he burst out laughing.

Tabby watched for a beat before she dropped her chin and rested her forehead against his chest, her arms moving to curve around him and hold him while he shook with humor.

"Jesus," Shy muttered, that burn back, in his gut, chest, heart, even up his f.u.c.king throat.

He wanted to but he couldn't tear his eyes away when the man dipped his chin back down, cupped her jaw with a hand, lifted her face to his, and bent to touch his mouth to Tabby's again.

But it wasn't a touch.

He kept his mouth on hers a long f.u.c.king time. Like they weren't on a sidewalk with hundreds of people streaming around them and waiting in cars to get through traffic. Like they were alone, just them.

Shy kept watching as the man broke the kiss. Tabby's hand, now at the guy's neck, moved so her thumb could stroke his jaw and she could gaze up at him like he was the only man on the planet.

It was then Shy tore his eyes away.

And it was then, ignoring the cars that honked and the shouts out the window, he maneuvered his bike through the cars, nearly jacking up his legs and his bike.

Two seconds later, when the light changed, he roared the f.u.c.k away.

Eight months later...

"Jesus, seriously, set me up," Dog growled as he stalked into the Compound and headed toward where Shy, Arlo, and Brick were sitting, drinking beer, Bat across from them playing bartender.

"What's up, brother?" Arlo asked, as Dog hoisted his a.s.s on a stool.

"Our little Tabby's engaged."

Shy felt like he'd been sucker-punched.

"No s.h.i.+t?" Brick asked, sounding like he'd been sucker-punched too.

"Jesus, G.o.d, please don't make it be that blond guy who's built like a linebacker and looks like a cop," Bat muttered.

Dog took a long pull from his beer but did it nodding. Then he dropped the beer to the bar and leveled his eyes on Brick.

"Good dude, I met him. Physical therapist. Played college ball, good at it but not good enough. Though that experience helped. He works for the Broncos."

Shy looked at the beer he was holding on the bar.

s.h.i.+t.

f.u.c.k.

s.h.i.+t.

"She's over the f.u.c.kin' moon," Dog continued, and Shy's gut twisted. "Cherry is too. Cherry thinks he's the s.h.i.+t. Can't say I don't like him but he's f.u.c.kin' normal. Tack's torn. The dude totally thinks our girl walks on water, what father wouldn't like that? He's cool too. Knows us, who we are, where she came from, does not give that first f.u.c.k. He'd take her legless and armless if she was still Tab, he don't care where she comes from. That said, he's not anywhere close to the life, he comes from the f.u.c.kin' suburbs, and Tack's strugglin' with that."

Shy lifted his beer and took a drag.

He swallowed and found it didn't help the burn.

Dog, unfortunately, kept f.u.c.king talking. "They're gonna wait until she graduates to get married. She's bein' funny about it. Dude wants her to move in, she says after the wedding. Don't know why she just don't shack up with the guy. Try before you buy, see if that s.h.i.+t'll work. But she's not down with that so...whatever."

Tabby being theirs, his brothers could talk about this s.h.i.+t all night.

But Shy had had enough.

He pushed his stool back, slid off it, and muttered, "Gotta go."

"Where you goin'?" Bat asked.

He didn't know. He didn't care. Anywhere just as long as he got there on his bike.

"s.h.i.+t to do," he muttered and moved around the bar, eyes to his feet, mind centered on keeping his jaw relaxed, his hands unclenched.

He walked out the door, swung on his bike, and rolled out.

He didn't hit Chaos again for three weeks.

Six months later...

Shy was moving across the forecourt toward the Compound in order to grab a shower and head out. His hands were filthy from grease. The car he'd been working on for the last three months was finally done.

Time to celebrate.

He moved into the Compound and felt the heaviness in the air immediately. Boys were moving out, faces alert, even alarmed, the vibe bad.

"What's goin' on?" he asked Roscoe, who was s.h.i.+fting, like all the brothers, toward the door.