Monroe, Marla - Her Biker Boyfriends [The Dirty Dozen 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Marla Monroe

they were due to get off within the next hour or so. The other man hadn’t answered him when he said he wanted to take Carly out dancing after work. He didn’t know if that meant he was coming along or not.
    Fuck his stubborn-ass self. If he doesn’t want to come along, so be it. But I’m not going to waste an opportunity to see Carly. Somehow he had to get Ranger to get past his belief that a relationship with her wouldn’t work out. He knew the other man loved her. He was trying to distance himself to keep from getting hurt.
    He took another piece of sheetrock and held it up while Ranger nailed it in place. They had worked in silence all week, speaking only when absolutely necessary. It was getting old. He was about to tell him so when Cole, walked up.
    “You guys about ready to knock off for the weekend?”
    “Hell, yeah.” Drew wiped his face on his sleeve.
    “Got big plans for tonight?” Cole asked.
    “Going to take Carly out dancing. Why don’t you and Zack and Tina go?”
    “ Naw , not tonight. We’re planning on everyone getting together for burgers and beer tomorrow. You in?”
    Drew looked over at Ranger. His buddy shrugged.
    “Yeah, we’ll be there. Might not be able to stay long. Carly has to be home early to get ready for work on Monday.”
    “It would be good to meet her. I know Tina and the others will enjoy another woman. See you around noon tomorrow.” Cole walked off.
    “Have you checked with Carly to see if she can even go out tonight?” Ranger asked with a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
    “Yeah, I talked to her the other night and told her we would take her out to eat and then dancing.”
    “You included me?”
    “Yeah, why?”
    “Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to go?” Ranger gathered their tools and locked them in the cases that went with them when they were on the job.
    “Hell, Ranger. Are you going or not?” Drew had just about had it.
    Ranger sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets.
    “Yeah. I’ll go. Someone needs to watch your back. She’s screwed with your head.”
    “And she hasn’t yours?”
    “Not anymore.”
    Drew stared hard at Ranger but couldn’t see past the cold quiet of his eyes. The old Ranger was back. No doubt he had gotten her out of his system. He wasn’t sure what to do about it. He was head over heels in love with Carly and couldn’t imagine not being around her. He also couldn’t imagine not being around Ranger. They were a team. He needed Ranger to balance him out. He was too giving and would let a woman walk all over him to make her happy. Ranger tended to add the discipline that was needed in any relationship.
    Drew had always been that way. He’d grown up in a house with two brothers and one much younger sister. They’d been taught to take care of her and cater to her every need. He tended to treat his women that way now. It meant that they could easily twist him around their finger and have him doing anything for them. Ranger kept him from going off the deep end with every woman they’d ever been with.
    Could he be what Carly needed alone?
    Drew didn’t think so. She’d enjoyed, reveled even, in having Ranger dominate her. She would miss that. Why did Ranger not see how much she cared for him? Was he being too naïve in believing she would even consider a more permanent relationship? Would she worry what other people thought about her?
    Tired of running circles in his head, Drew climbed on his bike and followed Ranger back to the house. Once inside, he stripped and showered. He hoped Ranger was doing the same thing. They were supposed to pick her up around seven. He didn’t want to be late.
    When he was dressed, he walked downstairs and found Ranger already enjoying a beer, fully dressed. He wore black jeans and a black T-shirt along with his Shit Kickers. On seeing Drew, he picked up his leather jacket and pulled it on.
    “You ready?”
    “Are you?”
    “Let’s hit the road. Don’t want to keep your lady love