He answers as his denim covered legs rub against my bare ones. “I gotta get you to Nina’s.”“Why?” I ask, sleep still clouding my brain. His arms tighten around me and his lips move to cheek. “I gotta go to the clubhouse.”“We just left there.”He chuckles before responding. “When I came up here, you were already out. You slept through the night. I’ve been awake for nearly an hour, already took my shower and shit. Tried to wake you up to take it with me, but you were dead to the world.”I pull from his arms with a jerk and sit up. “I didn’t even make Tag anything to eat. He must be starving.”Tag seemed so lost when I left him in his bedroom alone. I don’t know his story yet, but I know it has to be sad. A kid like him shouldn’t be on his own. He should have parents to love him, someone to care for him. Bowie’s arm snakes out and pulls me back to him. “He’s fine, baby. That kid damn near demolished my fridge. I don’t know where in the fuck he put all that food.”Turning my head to look at him, I start to ask the questions that have been on my mind since Tag walked in. “Who is he? I mean, who is he to you?”“Rollo found him camping out in the barn behind the clubhouse, so I took him in.”
