“Okay, girlie, spill,” Emily demanded.
I sighed. “The guy that fixed my car is gorgeous and confusing and scary. And he’s decided we’re ‘gonna get to know each other.’”
“Wow, all of that, huh?”
I nodded.
“Who is he?” she asked.
I bit my lip and dropped forks into the basket.
“Dani?”
“He’s a biker, Em.”
She cocked her head. “Like Tour de France?” she joked.
“Like Hells Angels.”
Emily nearly dropped a plate into the garbage can. “He’s in the Hells Angels?”
“No...Dogs of Fire.” I faced her and grimaced. “Right? I can’t do this.”
“Why can’t you do this?”
“Because all I keep coming back to is that all I know about motorcycle clubs is what I’ve seen on television, and that’s pretty limited. I have no idea if he’s a criminal or if he kills people. He says the club’s clean, but I’m just not sure.” I shook my head. “Even saying that out loud makes me sound like an idiot.”
“It doesn’t, honey,” Emily assured me.
“He’s gorgeous, Em, but he’s also really bossy and I think he’s used to having people do exactly what he tells them to do, because he gets all weird when I defy him. Like it’s alien to him.”
Emily laughed. “Welcome to the club, babe.”
“Really?”
“Hells yes. Mitch is the same way. Well, he was.”
“He was? But he’s so sweet with you and the kids.”
She smiled. “Yes, he is, but he’s also bossy and protective, and if another man looks sideways at me, or disrespects me, he’s pissy about it because he can’t beat the shit out of him. Or at least, he doesn’t do that anymore.”
“He beat people up?”
“Oh, honey, yes. When we were first together, it was a huge problem because I couldn’t just vent to him about the assholes I had to deal with. He’d actually go and have a “conversation” with them before I could work it out. He was constantly getting in my business and making things a lot harder for me. We had a come to Jesus meeting and when he still continued to do it, I dumped his ass.”
I gasped. “You didn’t.”
“I totally did.” She set a plate on the counter. “I needed him to understand that I was a grown ass woman and for the most part, could fight my own battles. I’m an officer of the law so to speak, I couldn’t have my man breaking it in order to make my life easier. I still have to be careful sometimes with how much I tell him, which is hard, because he’s my best friend, but he’s also much better about letting me work stuff out myself.”
“What if you can’t work it out?”
Emily bit her lip. “Then I have asked him not to use his fists.”
“Ohmigod, Em. Seriously?”
She nodded with a grin. “Sometimes it’s nice to have a badass husband willing to defend your honor.”
“I guess so.”
