"That would be fantastic."
After she leaves the shop, I can't help but say something.
"So...am I mistaken or did you just make a date to go sleep with that woman?"
"You got all of that from that conversation?"
"Her husband is away." I move my hands casually about as I make my point. "Her engine needs fixing. It can only be done at her house. Hello?" I ball my hand in a fist and mockingly knock on the countertop. "Is anybody home? She doesn't need a bike fixed. She wants to get laid."
"She might but that's her business not mine."
"So, are you saying that you aren't going to sleep with her?"
"You think I will?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking."
"You think because I just got of prison that I should sleep with the first warm and willing pussy that comes my way?"
Ewww.
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to."
"Are you angry with the entire world or just me?"
"I'm not angry with anyone, especially you. You just fed me a bomb ass dinner."
He even pays compliments in a unique way.
With a poker straight face.
Expressionless.
Hard but not heartless.
Heaven help me, but it makes me smile. Unfortunately, the small moment between us is interrupted when we both turn our heads at the sudden outburst of laughter across the room.
"Come here a minute, Stone, would you?" Savannah requests across the room in a saccharin sweet voice.
While Stone tends to Savannah's summons, one of the Chosen Riders comes over to the counter toward me. A younger member named Jake also known as Crazy Horse. He's considered a legacy in the club. Both his father and grandfather were members, which was part of the reason why he had such an infamous reputation in high school. He was a few years older than me, but I remember kids parting like the Red Sea when he would walk down the halls. Myself included.
The few times that we've run into each other as adults he's been sort of flirty, but he's never actually asked me out. I don't think he's ever been seriously interested in me. He's always dated much hotter girls than me. With me he's just playing around.
Luckily, I've always been smart enough to know the difference.
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