“Cab. Raven got it for us, said you had taxi drivers.”
Noah smirks and shakes his head.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he presses both hands on the bar and leans back slightly. “The driver might have it in his car.”
“I never thought of that, can you get hold of him, if you know the company.”
“Sure,” he smirks again and I get the feeling I’m missing something. “Take a seat and I’ll text him.”
It’s not in my plans to hang around but if my bracelet is in the car, I can handle it. Noah texts someone then looks back at me. He offers me a drink which I decline, because it’s mid-afternoon, who drinks at this time. Bikers probably.
“There’s a coffee machine, if you’d prefer.”
“Actually, that would be nice, thank you.”
He nods and goes to the huge machine behind the bar. As I watch his broad back, I wonder what his men would think of him now, behind a bar making coffee for a random woman. He turns around with twocups and sets one down for me, then slides over creamer and sugar. He stands back and holds his by his abdomen.
“This bracelet, it was expensive? You have it insured?”
“It wasn’t expensive, no.” I cradle the cup in my hands. The initial worry I felt over being around him is diminishing. He’s not behaving like an ass, he isn’t threatening me or staring at me like he wants to tear off my clothes. He’s being normal. Kind of nice even.
“But it was a gift from someone I care about a lot and if I lose it, I’ll be upset.”
“Boyfriend?”
“You’re really nosy you know that.” He shrugs, not caring in the slightest. “My dad gave it to me.”
He nods and his eyes narrow a fraction. I expect him to say something but he glances into his coffee. What is that about?
“Only thing my old man ever gave me, was a headache.”
“That bad?”
“You grow up in this life, it’s the way things are.”
“What about your son?”
His stance changes in a split second and I remember how he was when I went to his house, how he didn’t want me to see his son.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t pry.”
His shoulders rise and fall a few times and I get the feeling he’s trying to hold himself back. Not from hurting me, I don’t think he would do that. There is something else though.
“Not a lot of people know about Oscar. It’s safer for him.”
“Oh,” I nod. Makes sense. “I guess when you’re in a gang you want to protect your kids.”
“A gang?” he arches a brow.
“You know, all this.”
“It’s not a gang, Cherry, we’re a motorcycle club, we like to ride our motorcycles.”
“Is that all you do?” I give him a look, brushing over the fact my heart thumped when he called me Cherry.
“Yeah,” he grins. At least he doesn’t look like he’s going to lose his shit.
