As we step inside, the loud music and smell of beer and nachos greet us. On the far side, a few pool tables are set up, and some guys are concentrating on a serious game. There’s a group of girls in the far corner, and guys scattered everywhere, talking and having a good time.
We head to the bar and place our drink orders before we all take a look around.
“That guy over by the pool table is in the North Carolina Club Atlas said we should talk to.” I point him out to the others.
“I know the guys he’s playing pool with. We all hung out last year. Piper and I will go over and say hi and chat,” Lightning says.
“Remember, no shop talk or Savage Bones talk tonight. Let’s just see who we know and can make connections with,” Thunder says as Lightning heads over.
“Hey, I know that guy over there. We grew up together,” Crank says before heading over to chat.
“Why don’t you talk to some guys here at the bar, and we’ll move around the rest of the room?” Thunder says.He’s giving me the bar task because he knows I’d rather not draw attention to myself in the room, so I’m grateful.
I grab my beer and sit at the end of the bar. I scan the guys there, but I don’t recognize anyone. Before I even decide what to say, a woman slides up next to me at the end of the bar and orders a drink.
“So, where’s Mustang Mountain?” she asks while she waits.
I’m sure she just read my cut and is striking up a conversation. I turn to look at her while giving her a full view of my scar, figuring it will scare her off like it always does, but she just stands there looking into my eyes, waiting for an answer.
“Western Montana up by Whitefish and Glacier National Park,” I tell her.
“Oh, Glacier has been on my bucket list for years.” She smiles, and her gaze flits to my scar. I know this is where she’ll give me her pity look, grab her drink, and walk off. But that’s the last thing I want her to do. I want her to stay and talk to me and keep smiling at me.I’m already feeling the loss before she opens her mouth again.
“Your scar looks like an arrow. That’s really cool. How did you get it?” she asks, taking a sip of her drink and shocking the shit out of me.
“My time in the military. The story isn’t pretty, though,” I tell her, but I know if she asks, I’ll talk all night just to make her stay. I wonder if this is what Lightning felt when he saw Piper. I’ve got an overwhelming feelingthat she’s meant to be mine and that I need to protect her.
“Maybe you can take me for a ride on your bike and tell me,” she says. I can tell she’s trying to flirt, but she’s a bit shy and awkward like she doesn’t normally do this. I fucking love it because she better not do this with anyone else.
“What’s your name?” I ask, dying to know.
“Katherine, but everyone calls me Kat. What’s yours?”
“Well, they call me Arrow. Once your pussy touches my seat, it belongs to me, Kitty Kat,” I say.
She lets out a gasp.
I don’t know where that came from, but I mean every word. I just hope she doesn’t run scared now.
