“That’s my high flying boy.”
I go to leave and he pulls on my arm. “Now my rule.”
I come back to the seat, his rule? “Oh really now?”
“Yeah, don’t embarrass me.” He says plainly. I laugh, embarrass him? He has a sense of humor.
“You’re funny.”
“Comprenez-vous?”his eyes dagger towards me.
I throw my hands in defense, “Pas de souci” (no worries)
When he switches to French, he’s pretty serious.
He jumps out of the truck with his bag, rushing over to my side door, and my little gentleman opens my door for me. But he’s soon joined by a man that can make a heart kick a beat.
“Hey kid,” Keola fists bumps Finn. If life with these two are as picturesque then I would die a happy woman.
Keola turns his eyes towards me scanning every inch of my body. Like a wild man salivating at his dinner. I dressed to impress with a silver halter clinging to my curves and a tight pair of flared jeans. To him I was a vision. To him I'm his glowing angel. “You going to stand there all night or are you going to give me a kiss there big boy?” I smirk.
“Well you don't have to tell me twice. Finn, look away.” Finn makes a gagging sound as he turns away but all I can see is my man placing a possessive kiss on me. We sink into the kiss as if it was our last breath. I don't think we could go another day without seeing each other.
All I can think of is mine.
“If I didn't know any better I think somebody has missed me.” I say. Keola brings me closer to him where I could feel the strain against his zipper.
“You have no fucking idea. In more ways than one.”
There’s a group of kids across the way, Finn looks at me with a silent question. I give him a nod as he runs off. His playful spirit is once again alive and I begin to see the nephew that is full of sunshine.
Keola wraps his arms around me nestling his chin into my neck. His warmth engulfs me and for a brief moment I feel like I'm home.
The clubhouse seems busy with the roaring of laughter and clinking of beers. and the corner of my eye Tessa sitting on Jackson’s lap, giggling away. The other club members with some sweet butts and ‘ol ladies.
“I'm glad that you're here, angel,” he murmurs in my ear. Little butterflies start to flutter internally, making me smile.
“Me too, honey. Now how about you give your woman something to drink and we can join in this chaos here,” I joke.
“Us? Chaos? Never.” he nips at my ear as he leaves my side to go fetch us drinks and I make my way over to the bonfire where everyone has corralled to.
Topaz is the first to greet me wrapping me in a tight strong hug. I've come to know her and talk with her. I've learned that she is not afraid to stand up to these brutes and is willing to lend a helping hand to put them in their place. I remember she told me how she offered help with Tessa on Jackson. Topaz said that she’s a very possessive and jealous woman and someone that you never want to mess with, and I actually believe her knowing my friend and who she is and how compassionate she is.
I see a few other familiar faces from the church meetings, but there's one that I haven't gone to meet so much. The tall ginger-haired man that reminded me of my own nephew. But where my nephew is full of sunshine, this man holds a heavy heart. Topaz turns in my direction and answers the question that hadn't been asked yet.
“Oh, that's Greer. he's still a prospect but he's on his way to being patched in. He's a good man but he's been struggling the past few months,” Topaz starts.
“Can I ask what happened?” my curiosity sparks.
She bites her lip before answering me, “ Do you remember when y'all lost Lucie Lynn?”
“Yeah, of course. I never got to work with her but she was one of our champions of the foundation,” I recall that we lost her a while back and now I have a feeling why or how.
She got caught up in rivalry, and became a casualty that hit close to home.
“Well Greer or Sparky as Tessa will call him, he got close with her not like a relationship but I think there was a great bond of friendship. And Greer kind of feels at fault for that still.” There’s sadness in her voice. Something in me just wanted to make sure he’s okay, or that he has someone to talk to. I quickly changed the subject.
“What no date?” I ask, as we walk to an empty bench.
