“Flat white for Edward,” she calls out next.
I step over to a four-seater table.
“Do you have a husband?” he asks.
I bring the hot mug to my lips and take a sip. “Certainly not.” Even if I wanted to pursue one, I don’t have the time.
He chuckles. “Why not? Someone as attractive and as smart as you, you’d have them lining up for you.”
I snort loudly, and my cheeks flush with shame. “I guess when my life is work and my family is a bunch of bikers, meeting new people is difficult.” Understatement of the year.
He coughs. “Bikers?”
Here we go. Every time I tell someone who my brother is, they all judge. “My brother is the president of the War Brothers Motorcycle Club here in Crown Village.”
His eyes widen.
“Before you say anything and are quick to judge—they’re not your typical motorcycle club. They help with the women and children’s shelter here in town, and they are genuinely a good group of people.” Unless you hurt any of them or the people they love.
His eyes are still wide. “Does your brother scare away your dates?”
Twitch’s face is the first thing that pops into my head. “You could say that.”
Someone joins us. I look up and see Twitch’s face, and I stare, open-mouthed. I want to disappear. He has that sly, sexy smirk on his lips. He turns the chair around and straddles it and puts his hand out to greet Edward. They shake hands.
Edward gives me an odd look but returns Twitch’s friendly smile.
I’m giving Twitch a death stare. I lay my hand on Twitch’s arm. “What are you doing here?” I sound annoyed.
Twitch’s eyes bounce between us. “Just thought I’d check up on how yourdatewas going.”
My breath catches. “Oh my god!” My cheeks are burning. I could wrap my hands around his neck and throttle him. “It’s not a date.” Well, I don’t think it is.
“And you are?” Edward asks Twitch curiously, with no defensiveness in his tone.
Twitch, the sneaky devil, grabs my coffee and brings it to his lips and starts drinking it. That smug son of a bitch. Wait till I get home—I will devour his chocolate! He gives me a big grin, knowing he’s taunting me. “The name’s Twitch.”
“That’s a strange name.”
All the MC men have weird names. Now I know the meaning of it, I reply. “It’s because of his epilepsy.”
Edward frowns. “Sorry to hear that.”
“It’s all good,” Twitch replies. “Well, what are you guys talking about?”
I kick him under the table.
“Ouch!” He gives me a stern look.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask. Anywhere but here.
He shrugs. “No, I don’t, actually.”
This is not how I expected this coffee catch-up to go. My pager goes off. Saved by the bell.
“Have a good day Twitch, we haveworkto do.” My tone might as well have said “go to hell.”
“You have a good day too,” Twitch says cheerfully, and I have the urge to stick my rude finger up at him.
