Kevin found us a booth, and I ordered our food and got my drink. As I went to the far corner of the room where my brother was seated, something seemed to have captured his attention out the window.
“Whatcha looking at?” I asked, sliding into my seat.
“I can’t be sure, but I think I’ve seen that pick up around San Diablo.” He pointed out the window. “If it’s the same one, it belongs to a King.”
“Huh. Guess they wanted something to eat.” I put the paper straw in my cup and gulped my ice-cold diet drink.
“Yeah, but bikers don’t usually go into places outside of their territory.”
I nodded as if I agreed. Truthfully, I didn’t like how much he knew about the Kings.
“Oh my God,” he whispered.
“What?” I was about to turn around when he said…
“Don’t look. You’ll draw attention to us.”
I froze. “Okay.”
“He’s just placing an order. Weird that he’s alone. Why didn’t he go through the drive-thru?”
“Maybe he wanted to sit at a table.”
Kevin screwed up his face. “These guys don’t go into public places alone. He was smart not to wear his cut.”
“What’s a cut?”
“A leather vest with their colors and rocker on the back.”
“It’s like you’re speaking a foreign language.” I snorted and dialed into our number being called. “That’s us,” I told Kevin.
“Just wait a minute,” my brother whispered, again. “He’s coming this way. Don’t freak.”
My spine stiffened. I hoped it the biker wasn’t Dom or Skillz. Those guys were relentless.
“Well, fancy seeing you here.” The voice. Gideon Quick.
Kevin’s eyes widened.
I turned to the right and there he was. “Oh. Hey.”
“Mind if I join you both?” he asked, sitting next to me and not waiting for me to reply.
“Actually, I do mind,” I replied. “I’m here with my brother.”
“I don’t mind.” Kevvy snatched the receipt off the table. “I’ll get our food.” He bolted out of the booth with a small smile.
“Please tell me you didn’t follow me here.” I turned slightly to face Gideon.
“Seriously? Why would I follow you anywhere, especially to Chico.” He drummed his fingers on the table.
I wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not. “It just seems very coincidental after you asked me to have a drink with you last night.”
“So?” He shrugged. “It’s also coincidental that you were in my clubhouse.”
Hmm, I guess so. “What are you doing in Chico?”
“Club business I can’t talk about. Thought I’d stop in for a burger before heading back.”
