The first thing I saw were the two older males sitting on the porch across the street, practically waiting for the door to Birdee’s place to open.
They quickly got uninterested when they saw it was me coming out of the door.
The younger male who’d been the cause of all the issues yesterday was once again outside working on his car in the overgrown grass and gave me a sneer.
He hadn’t liked hearing me call him a dumbass yesterday.
Which he deserved.
The fucking dumbass.
There were people who should be held back in school, and this kid was definitely one of them. Common sense was not his forte.
I was just at the hood of my truck when the next thing caught my attention.
There was a car about three doors down from Birdee’s with a man sleeping in the front seat.
I frowned as I studied the man in the car, but his face was covered up by a blanket, and you could barely make out what he looked like.
Making a mental note to ask Hux—the Dixie Wardens club member that lived across the street from the man sleeping in his car—I grabbed my shit and headed back inside.
I heard the shower running as I came in, so I slipped into the bedroom and quickly changed into my work clothes.
I was halfway through getting dressed—pants still unbuttoned and shirt halfway buttoned up—when Birdee came in looking deliciously wet.
“Oh, sorry,” she said as she came to a halt inside the door.
“Damn, meant to be done by the time you were through,” I said, seriously impressed with how fast she’d taken a shower. “But you have no living room blinds, so I figured it’d be best to get changed here so I didn’t piss off your neighbors.”
She scoffed. “It’s not like they give me the same courtesy.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I tucked my shirt in then zipped my pants up.
She was looking out the window as I threaded the belt through my pants loop.
“What are your plans for today?” I asked as I finished.
I was curious to know if she actually planned on going to work or not, seeing as she’d had a rough day yesterday.
I was also curious to know how she was going to get there, since her moped would take a little time to get fixed.
I’d already had it towed to the local bike shop that Dixie Wardens MC ran after everything went down yesterday.
“Work,” she said. “Then come home.”
Sounded exciting.
Then again, that was just about all I did, too.
“Do you need a ride?” I asked.
She opened her mouth and then closed it, then started twirling her wet hair around a finger.
“I don’t mind giving you one,” I said. “It’s not like I pay for my own gas anyway.”
Her lips twitched. “When do you need to leave?”
“How long will it take you to get ready?” I countered.
