“Just got off. Are we still on for tonight?”
“Absolutely. I’m going to drive, though.”
The thought made my guts clench with anxiety that I tried to ignore.
“I can pick you up on the bike.”
“I know, and I love riding on the back of your bike,” she replied with a laugh. “ButIam wearing a dress tonight.”
“A dress, huh?”
“Yep. So, no motorcycle for me. I could meet you or pick you up?”
“I was thinkin’ I’d make you dinner,” I told her, waving to a couple of the guys as they strode toward their bikes.
“He cooks?”
“He does.”
“Excellent. That works for me! What time should I come over?”
“I gotta stop at the store. An hour?”
“Okay, I’ll see you in an hour.” I could hear the smile in her voice, and I debated for a moment whether or not I could skip the grocery store so I could see her sooner.
“Hey baby,” I said before she could hang up. “Park in my covered parking spot, yeah?”
“It’s raining, Bas,” she argued. “What about your bike?”
“I’ll worry about the bike. You remember where the spot is?”
“I remember, but—”
“I don’t want you parkin’ across the lot and walkin’ in the dark.”
Harper was quiet for a few seconds, then whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.”
The bark of laughter that left my mouth was completely involuntary. “Lookin’ forward to it.”
As soon as we’d hung up, I walked over toward my bike but stopped when Leo came out of the clubhouse and called my name.
“What’s up?” I asked as he got closer.
“Know you’re not happy about keepin’ Harper in the dark,” he said when he reached me. “As a father, that’s reassurin’.”
I nodded.
“But as a member of this club, I want to remind you that we don’t discuss club business with anyone.”
“Understood.”
“Harper’s been livin’ out of state for years. She’s so clean she squeaks,” he said. “Occam’s razor, Bas. The simplest answer is usually the right one. Someone’s goin’ after the club, I don’t want my daughter worryin’, and I don’t want her caught up in it.”
“I hear you.”
“That said,” he sighed. “She’s goin’ to your place tonight?”
“Yeah.”
