“Jesus, you always this obtuse?” I challenged.
“According to many of my friends. Yes.” She sighed. “Sorry, I don’t think well in stressful situations.”
“How is that possible if you’re a nurse?”
“I don’t think well in stressful situations that are new to me,” she corrected. “Never mind. I was just trying to apologize, but it’s not really coming across. I see the freeway entrance, so I’ll be on my way.”
“It’s all good, Echo. We were dickin’ around, and we shouldn’t have been doin’ that shit. You were right. Hatch was right and I’ve just gotta take the beat down comin’ to me from my dad—”
“Your dad will beat you? At your age?” she asked, her face scrunching up in horror.
“No.” I chuckled. “He’s the VP of the MC, and I will get an earful when I get back. I will then hear about it more from my mother, my sister will probably have something to say about it, my brother, and so on. It was not my finest hour, and that’s on me.”
Her eyes went to the patch on my leather jacket. “MC? Oh! You’re in a club. I didn’t even realize.”
“You didn’t realize?” I asked. “The cuts and the patches didn’t give it away?”
“I was a little distracted. And the other guy, the one with the pretty eyes.” She drew her eyebrows together in thought. “Hatchet, I think his name was? He had on a leather jacket—”
I laughed. “Old poppin’ peepers Hatchet, that’s what we call him.”
“You do?”
“We sure do,” I confirmed, trying hard not to completely lose my shit.
“Well, whatever. I’m such an idiot.”
“Why are you an idiot?”
“Because I just ran my ass into a motorcycle club to tell off a couple of legit bikers without thinking and I could have been kidnapped and raped.” She gasped. “Why did I just say that out loud?”
I bust out laughing and shook my head. “We’re not that kind of club.”
“No. Um, clearly, you’re the rescue kittens and show wayward ladies back to the freeway entrance kind of club. Which I will now use to exit. That’s strange. You exit via the entrance. Apparently, speaking of that… I can’t stop talking, and don’t know how to ‘exit’ this conversation.”
I smiled. “Let’s just go with, ‘May our roads never meet again.’”
She nodded. “Um, sure. Right. Good.”
“Hey,” I said, leaning down. “No one will ever hurt you at my club. Ever.”
“Okay.” Her face pinkened as she nodded. “Right. Well, sorry. Again. Please be safe, okay?”
Without another word, she carefully pulled away from the curb and left me standing there like an idiot.
I shook my head and climbed back on my bike.
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