“But we stocked up and need to hurry up so we can get home,” I said in a firm voice.
“I get it,” Gideon replied with a full mouth. “Got any plans to night? We could go have that drink and catch up.”
“Sorry. Can’t. I have a mountain of laundry to tackle and a kitchen to clean.” What was he doing? I was beginning to think he was following me.
“That’s a too bad,” Gideon said.
“Come on, sis. You know I’ll clean the kitchen for you to go out. You never go anywhere and you haven’t had a date since Brock.”
What the hell?
“Is Brock you ex?” Gideon asked.
“Yeah, he’s a real dickwad.”
“Enough, Kevin,” I snapped. “Tonight, doesn’t work for me.”
The excitement in my brother’s face disappeared.
“What about tomorrow?” Gideon asked. Persistent shit. “I have some medical stuff I’d like to discuss.”
“How about talking to your doctor?”
“I’d rather not. It’s kind of personal.” Gideon stared at me and seemed unwavering.
“Is it about your limp?” Kevin asked, and I wanted to crawl under the table. What a thing to ask a person. “I mean, I noticed it.”
“Of course you did. It’s not exactly something a dude can hide.” He put his arm on the back of the booth and twisted to face me. “Why don’t you want to have a drink with an old friend?”
“I don’t appreciate you calling me out like that. But if you must know, I’m not looking to get mixed up with a biker club, and you’re a biker.”
“Oh, man.” Kevin sank in his seat. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“No worries, my man. I expected this response from your sister.”
“Will you stop calling him, my man. He’s not, nor will he ever be your man.” The words flew out of my mouth and the look on my brother’s face made me feel like a crazy woman.
“Why are you acting like this? It’s only a drink with an old friend.” My brother shook his head. “You literally have no life since Brock.”
“Enough about Brock.”
“Yeah, I don’t care to hear about him, but your brother makes a good point, Kel. What’s an hour or so if you have no life?”
I growled to myself. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was being so damn difficult about having a drink with Gideon. Was it because he was hotter than a blazing fire and I liked the way he smelled? And his broad shoulders and sexy scruff?
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, to all the above.
Just then, my phone rang.
“I need to answer this.” Saved by the bell. “Hey, Hector. How’s it going?”
“Good, how are you?” Hector asked.
