“Oh, yeah? What did he think about that?” As if I didn’t already know…
“He thought it was cool I wanted to be a biker.” He shifted on his butt. I had to hand it to him though; he was doing a pretty good job appearing confident.
“Of course he did.” I snapped my mouth shut when I heard my snarky tone and adjusted my attitude. “I mean, he’s a biker. Naturally, anyone who wanted to be in a MC is cool to him.”
Kevin’s face fell. “He thinks I should learn a trade before trying to prospect.”
“He said that?” I was going to kiss the shit out of Gideon when I got the chance. Advising Kevin to learn a trade was the absolute best thing he could have told him. My heart felt like it just grew a couple of sizes larger.
“Yep. If you approve of the plan, he’ll sponsor me when he thinks I was ready. But only if you agree.”
I just might love Gideon Quick. “And how do you feel about what he said?”
“It sucks because I don’t like school. But I get what he’s saying. He never went to college and only manages a bar, and he has his club duties.”
“Which is what?” I asked, but maybe I wasn’t ready to hear what kind ofactivitiesGideon was into with his club.
“I don’t know. He’s the Road Captain, a position he can’t fully do right now because of his injury.” His gaze lowered. “You know he got ran over by a garbage truck, right.”
“Mhm. I know. But he’ll get back on his Harley. It just takes some time. Did he say anything else about what the club does?” I had a feeling it was fear holding Gideon back, which was completely normal after such a traumatic experience. But I saw a change in him since I saw him the night I went to help Cass. Each day, he was a little better, and his limp was barely noticeable.
“No. He doesn’t talk club business with me. But he’s grateful not to be paralyzed after his accident.” He seemed to ponder his own words.
“I’m glad too.” I wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin and sighed a sated breath, pausing my eating.
“He said I shouldn’t put all my eggs in one basket. That a smart guy will have options, and that he wasn’t a smart guy so I shouldn’t be like him.”
“Wow, that’s really big of him to say that.” I was pleasantly surprised and could feel myself falling more for my friend.
Speaking of said friend. My phone chimed from inside my tote bag, and I was confident it was Gideon. He texted me throughout the day. Random stuff. He sent me funny memes that made me laugh and I found myself missing him while I was at work.
“Well, overall, it sounds like a good day. The food being the highlight.” I went to retrieve my device.
“The food was the best part for sure. I assume that’s GQ texting you.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
“Maybe.” I shrugged and smiled, opening my messages.
“Are you guys dating? I’d be okay with it if you are.” Kevin grinned back at me.
“We’re talking. Isn’t that what your generation calls it?” I read the message…
Gideon: I need you right the fuck now.
Oh boy. I wasn’t sure how to take his message. Needed me how? Was somebody hurt and needed medical attention? Was he not well?
“If you’re talking, then you’re dating in my book. You have my approval.” He gave me a thumbs-up.
“Thanks, I appreciate your support given you didn’t like Brock.” I winked, knowing I was about to set him off.
He made a gagging face. “Why’d you have to bring him up.” Mr. Ridiculously Dramatic acted like he was going to blow chunks on the floor.
I laughed at his comedic performance. “Hey, I’m going to finish this in my room and take a shower. Just one more long day then I’ll have two days off. We should do something.”
“Sure, that’d be great. Invite your boyfriend.”
I shook my head smiling and went to my room, plate in hand. Putting it on my nightstand, I typed out a reply.
Kelly: Hello there to you, too. Why do you sound desperate? Everything ok?
