I chuckled. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“How did you get involved with your club?”
“My buddy, Greenie, and I met Sundance when I was workin’ for Rocky. He owns Rocky Mountain Motors down on Fifth and kept it even when the club went into the cannabis business.”
I nodded. I’d driven by a couple of times.
“Rocky gave us both jobs while we were in high school and Rocky and Sundance were kind of the dads we never had, I guess. I patched in the second I turned eighteen. Greenie waited until he was nineteen. I haven’t looked back.”
“Are you and Greenie still close?”
“He’s dead.”
“Oh, god, I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “Can’t change it.”
“Is your club really on the wrong side of the law?”
“I don’t talk about my club, Sabrina.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I need to know what I’m letting Felix walk into.”
“Felix isn’t walkin’ into anything except an extended family and brothers who have his back,” he said. “That’s all you need to know.”
“You know I’m going to ask Luca, right?”
“Go ahead,” he challenged.
“I’d rather hear the answers to my questions from you,” I said.
“And I’m happy to answer what I can. But club shit’s off the table.”
“Which leads me to believe your club isn’t fully above-board, Noah.”
He smirked. “You can believe what you want, Breezy.”
“This bothers me, Mr. Stonewell.”
“I’m sure it does, Ms. Moretti, but it’s never gonna change.” He slid off the stool and rinsed out his beer bottle. “I’m gonna head out.”
“Okay.” I slid to my feet and followed him to the front door. “Thanks for tonight. It was a lot of fun.”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss my cheek. “It was. I’ll see you soon.”
Once he walked away, I closed and locked the door behind me. Leaning against it, I shut my eyes tight. This would never work. It was time to put the idea of climbing into Stoney’s bed out of my mind. I would never be able to be with someone who didn’t share everything with me.
I pushed myself off the wall and set my alarm, grabbing my wine and heading upstairs. It was time to finish my day in bed. With wine and the Notebook.
Or Cujo.
