“If you agree with what she wants, don’t do anything. If her lawyer doesn’t hear from you or your lawyer in twenty days, she signs some paper and it goes before the judge. If you don’t agree, you contact a lawyer and fight it out in court.” Greaser sat down across from him and sighed in relief when he didn’t see a beer before his friend. “Before you decide anything, I suggest you sleep on it. Make a decision tomorrow. Now, are you going to the clubhouse tonight? It’s a patch meeting. You haven’t been in a couple of weeks.”
He didn’t get a chance to answer because one of his employees stuck his head in, and said, “Yo! Boss! Visitor!” Then, he disappeared.
Greaser and Link frowned at each other, and together they went out and when Link saw who the visitor was, said to Greaser, “Don’t leave my side, or you’re fired.” Greaser frowned and looked in the direction Link was looking.
“Fuck,” he said as he saw the woman talking to two of their employees and flirting up a storm. She must have heard him because she looked up and grinned.
“Link, darling, how are you? I’ve missed you.” Stephanie rushed up to him and threw her arms around his neck and triedto kiss him. Before he could push her away he heard a voice from behind him.
“Excuse me? Is my truck done yet?”
He turned with Steph still clinging to him and saw his wife standing there. “What are you doing here?” The sight of her both shocked and excited him.
Addy looked at her husband with his arms wrapped around the same woman she’d pulled off him weeks ago. Stunned, she didn’t know how to react. Suddenly Greaser ripped the woman from her husband’s arms and escorted her out of the garage bay. But Addy firmed her spine, and said coldly, “Sorry to interrupt your booty call, but I brought my truck in for inspection. The guy told me it’d be half hour to forty-five minutes. That was an hour and a half ago.”
Link looked around and saw her truck up on a lift. “Randy, you working on my wife’s truck.”
“Ex-wife,” Addy said.
“Not yet and not ever.” Link turned to her and glared. He put his fisted hands on his hips. “Got the papers today, but I won’t sign, Addy. Never.”
“Fine, then I’ll see you in court.” She turned on her heel and headed back into the front office. “Shit,” she said as she entered the office. She hung her head, and it took everything in her to keep the tears at bay. But she wasn’t successful. She found the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Ten minutes later she came out and saw Randy standing there. Link was leaning against the door to the garage watching her intently.
“You were right, the front brakes had to be changed. I also did an oil change and did the inspection."
“How much do I owe you?” She pulled her wallet.
“No charge,” Link said from the doorway.
“Don’t do me any favors. How much?”
Randy looked between the two of them and wanted to be anywhere but where he was. He looked up and saw Greaser and gave him a pleading look, but the fucker only grinned and shrugged at him.
“Uh...” Randy said, and looked over his shoulder at Link, but he was no help. To keep himself busy, he printed the bill and handed it over.
“Randy, if you take her credit card, you’re fired.”
Addy stared Link directly in the eye when she pulled out two one-hundred-dollar bills, slapped them on the counter, turned on her heel, and started to leave.
“Addison,” Link had come up beside Randy and he smiled when she stopped, but didn’t turn around. “I’ll never sign.” He knew she understood him when she didn’t move for several moments.
“Then get a fucking lawyer,” she said over her shoulder, and stormed out of the office.
“Um, boss,” Randy said as he watched his boss watch the woman. “Who was that?”
“My wife,” Link said, and pulled her work order and checked it over. “What was wrong with her brakes?”
“Worn pads.”
“Show me.” Link frowned and followed his employee out to his toolbox. He picked them up and inspected them. “Damn it, Addy, why did you wait so long to have them replaced?” He looked up to where his wife was backing her truck out and driving off. “You knew I’d change them at home if you needed them.”
He looked up at the whistle beside him. “See what she was driving around with? Has she no sense? What if she was pregnant or had a kid in the car? They could have been hurt,” he said to Greaser, then looked around. “Where’s the skank?”
“I escorted her to her car and told her never to come back. She wasn’t happy about it.”
“Thanks.” Link made a quick decision. He turned into the garage, and with a raised voice shouted, “Listen up!” When he had everyone’s attention, he said, “That woman that came in earlier, if she ever shows up again, you don’t know where I am, and escort her off the property. If she gives you a hard time, call the cops.”
“Which one?” one of his employees asked.
