He shook his head.“I realize we’ve known each other only a minute, and you have no reason to believe me, but none of us were watching you.”
She stared into his eyes, and if he was lying, he should get an Oscar for it.“Swear it on your patch.”
Without hesitation, he slammed his palm on his chest, right on top of the title VP, his name, and the Sons of Sin logo.“I swear it.”
“Maybe I was imagining things,” she whispered, the anger draining away.She believed him, because a patched member would rather die than betray it.However, she didn’t believe it was a coincidence.So, if it wasn’t the Sons, who had been outside her apartment?“Thanks for keeping to the agreement.Are you going to order something?”
“Eggs over easy, sausage, buttered toast, and...”He looked around as if making sure no one heard then bent his head a little closer to her to whisper, “Hot tea.”
She bent closer as well to return the whisper.“Herbal or black?”
“Chamomile if you have it.”
“Coming right up.”
She turned to put in his order and fix his tea, placing it in a to-go cup in order to safeguard his rep.When she placed it in front of him, his eyes widened in surprise.Laugh lines radiated out like sunbeams.
“You know, chamomile has many health benefits,” he said as he took a sip.“Helps anxiety.Reduces stress.You can sleep better.Do you drink it?”
“No, I’ve never tried it.”
“You should.You look tired.”
“Yeah, well, that’s because I don’t like sleeping.”
He cocked his head.“Why not?”
She kicked herself for saying that.Just then Joe called for order and Kira thankfully turned away.He asked a question she had no intention of answering.She grabbed the plate and served him his food.
“Enjoy,” she said, then moved away to check on her other customers.
She was acutely aware of Sinn watching her as she worked.When he was finished with his meal, he ordered another tea and then sat back like he was at home.He even pulled out his phone and scrolled on it.Kira came by and slapped his bill down, and he didn’t even blink as he pulled out his wallet and laid down some bills.Again, giving far too much.
Sylvia came in at noon to split the day.Sharing a high five with her, Kira headed to her break.Joe was already outside taping up his knuckles.
“Oh, we’re having one ofthoselessons,” she said.
“Got a problem with these lessons?”
“Of course not,” she replied.“But I’m wearing a uniform dress.”
“Were you wearing a dress when you went to beat up Mr.Prick?”
She blinked.“Was that really his name?”
“How the hell should I know?He will, however, be forever known as Mr.Prick.I was trying to point out that sometimes you might be wearing a dress when someone attacks you.”
“You know how many dresses I own?That was rhetorical.It’s one.Thisone.”
“You’re such a whiney brat.Put your fists up.”
She did as instructed, and he put her through her paces.Showing her some quick moves, how to punch a man where it counted.How to stand, how to weave.About ten minutes later, he had her turn around and wrapped his arms around her.She struggled, growling as she wasn’t able to initially break through.Then, all of a sudden, Joe was pulled off her and a fist came flying to land on his cheek.Kira stumbled since she had been held up by Joe.When she spun, she saw Sinn ready to punch again.
“Fucking asshole!”Sinn hissed.“You touch her again and I will end you.”
“Sinn!”she cried.“He was teaching me.”
When he turned his head to look at her, Joe came back with his own punch.Sinn barely acknowledged it.Kira rushed forward and inserted herself between them.
