“That was a long time ago. Minus wasn’t even president back then.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, I can’t change the fact that I get pissed off every time I see a Saints’ patch.”
“Then maybe you should talk to Minus about this.”
He scowled. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Maybebecause your brothers don’t seem to have a problem with him. So,maybeyou should find out for yourself what kind of man he is now andmaybefind out what kind of club they are today.”
“Kate—”
“Doyouwant people judging you on the manyouwere in your twenties?”
He glared at me.
“I didn’t think so.”
“I’ll think about talkin’ to Minus,” he bit out.
“No skin off my nose, honey. I love Minus. It’s your well-being that will be affected one way or the other. Who knows? Maybe, if you sit down with him, things will all be resolved, and we’ll all ride off into the sunset together. And maybe if you do that, you’ll be less of an irritant to me.”
“Jesus.” He gave me a squeeze. “Fine. I’ll find a time to sit down with him.”
“Right answer,” I sassed. “Now, are you going to finish undressing me or am I supposed to stand here like Winnie the Pooh?”
“Go ahead and keep your shirt on.” He grinned. “Right now, I’m only interested in your honey pot.”
I chuckled as he pushed me gently onto the bed, burying his face between my legs. Getting to my honey pot was only the beginning, and I was here for it!
* * *
Rooster
One week later, I sat alone in the back booth of the newly opened Silver Spoon Diner in downtown Ridgefield, nursing a cup of black coffee and searching the web for a high-air intake flow system that would fit my ’68 Shovelhead on myphone as I waited for Katie. She’d sent me a text earlier in the day telling me to meet her here for dinner. Apparently, the blueberry pie in this place was ‘off the charts,’ and she had a craving, so here I was. As the waitress refilled my cup, I glanced up to see Minus walking towards me.
Of all the diners, this asshole had to pick this one?
“Hey,” Minus said with a chin lift as he approached the booth. “What’s up?”
“Not much,” I replied, confused by both Minus’s tone and posture. “Just waiting for my old lady.”
“She said you wanted to talk to me about something,” Minus said.
“She, who?”
“Your old lady.”
“Katie?”
“Unless you’ve got more than one old lady.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Minus held his phone up to my face. “Katie sent me a text saying that you had something important to talk to me about, and to meet you here for some blue—”
“Blueberry pie,” I interrupted. “The woman is pure evil, I swear it.”
“So, you do or don’t need to talk to me?” Minus asked.
