“I’ll buy you as many waffles as you want. Just, please, don’t ignore me anymore.” Desperation fills Bear’s voice.
I smile and turn around. Nodding, I look at Bear, hoping he understands that I agree. Bear lets out a sigh of relief while Whiskey and Gears start laughing.
“Whipped!” Gears yells.
“Oh, shut it! You’ll be the same when you find your old lady.” Jean smacks the back of Gear’s neck.
I wince at the hard contact. That must have hurt. Jean gives me a soft smile.
“Chocolate chip waffles for you?” she asks.
I nod and give a big smile.
“Your usual?” Jean looks at the boys.
They all say yes, and Jean leaves our table. The boys make conversation, and I listen. It’s sad that I can’t physically respond to them, but at least I can hear and see their facial expressions.
“Here is your food. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Enjoy.” Jean puts our plates down and leaves.
I ignore the guys and start eating. The chocolate goodness makes my taste buds go wild every time I place a piece in my mouth. I close my eyes as I chew, savoring the taste.
“Slow down or you’ll get sick,” Whiskey interrupts my shoveling.
I give him a glare before eating another bite. If I get sick, it will all be worth it. These waffles are delicious. Bear laughs and rubs my back as I eat.
A couple of hours later, we are making our way to the mall. I finished two plates of waffles before I got full.
“I lied when I said we would show you the best shops at the mall. Every shop here is good, and they know the club. You won’thave any trouble, and they will all treat you amazing,” Gears says.
“He just wants to go to the mall so he can find a pair of pants since his other ones ripped,” Whiskey interjects.
I smile at that. I was there when Gears split his pants. He was placing something heavy down on the ground, and when he squatted, he tore the crotch.
“Shut up!” Gears yells.
I follow Gears and Whiskey as they make their way toward his favorite shop. A fellow biker owns it and gives a discount to anyone who is part of the club. Or that is what Bear told me.
We walk into the store and are met by a man.
“Whiskey, Bear, and Gears! I was expecting you guys. And is this the famous Brooke?” he asks.
I move closer to Bear, not liking that he knows who I am. Bear wraps a protective arm around me.
“Yeah, this is Brooke. Brooke, this is Mac,” Gears introduces me.
I give Mac a small smile. He smiles back before looking at Gears.
“I have your pants at the register. Do you need anything else?” Mac asks.
“It’s just the pants,” Gears says.
We make our way over to the register and Gears pays for his pants. I look around the store and see men’s clothing. Is the club only for guys?
“The women’s section is in the back. Most of my customers are guys, and I recently added a women’s section. Most of them are old lady things, but I have some regular clothes as well,” Mac says, bringing my attention to him.
I nod. The bikers have used the term old lady several times, but I don’t know what it means. Gears called me it. I’ll look it up once I get back to my motel room.
“You ready to head back? There isn’t anything left to show you,” Bear says.
