Caleb didn’t flinch at the words she spat at him. “I’m used to having women angry at me, love,” he said with a grin as the van pulled up to clubhouse. 

Happy turned around and looked at Caleb sternly. “You know you can’t bring her into the clubhouse, right? He’ll freak the fuck out.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Caleb waved a hand at the two in the front seat. “I’ll figured it out.” He swiveled his position to face her once again. “Come on,” he ordered as he uncuffed her wrist and grabbed her arm to pull her out of the van, and after scanning the street, he brought her to his pick-up truck and opened the door. “Get in.” 

Once he got in the passenger seat, he rubbed his face for a moment, trying to figure out what he was going to do with this girl. He couldn’t let her know he didn’t have any other steps to his plan, so he spoke confidently. “We’re going to my apartment.” 

The drive was quiet, Caleb not being one for small talk, and the radio played in the background to fill the silence shared between them. He was exhausted after such a long day, both mentally and physically, and he tried to forget about the funeral happening in two days.  The past week had blurred together into one long day, one that he was ready to end. 

They pulled up to a tall, stark apartment complex, and he led her up a few flights of steps until he reached the two bedroom unit. It was dimly lit and a small space, but it was clean. He threw his keys on the island and went into the fridge to grab a beer. It was already one in the morning, but his mind was too wired to attempt to sleep yet.

“Guest bedrooms on the right down the hall. So is the bathroom. I guess make yourself at home.” 

He plopped down on his leather couch and turned on the flat screen across from it, resting his feet up on the coffee table and placing a hand behind his head. He may have bitten off more than he could chew with this one.