“I know Charlotte asked her to come over.”
This made Razor frown.“Charlotte’s a kid.Are we talking about a playdate here?”
“No, Maeve does some kind of ...home appointment, where she’ll talk through products, do the makeup stuff, and then offer a discount for ordering your first kit.Charlotte wanted it last Christmas.”
He knew Christmas with Charlotte didn’t go well.“What happened?”
“I got her a cell phone instead, and I put a GPS tracker on it.Her mother had already gotten her a cell phone, so I gave her some money.”
“Dude.”
He held his hands up.“Yeah, I know, I know.Nancy said I had to arrange it with Maeve because it’s a lot of money, and she talks about the cost upfront and all that.What the fuck do I know about makeup?”
“Look, she’s Eden’s sister and I’m seeing Eden, so I can talk to Maeve for you.”
“You’d do that?”
“Yeah, it won’t be hard.Maeve likes to warn about busting my balls at every opportunity.”
“Does Mac know you’re dating Eden?”Doc asked.
“Yeah, he does.”
“And?”
“It’s Mac, he’s not even here when he fucking should be.”Razor was pissed off.
“Mac’s here, but he’s on the other side of the fair,” Doc said.
“Son of a bitch,” Razor said.“Are you good here?”
“Yeah, I am.”
Razor happened to notice that Doc kept looking in Maeve’s direction.He didn’t know if he should warn his Prez, but then Doc had never done anything to jeopardize his situation with Nancy.They had divorced long ago, and they were friends.
Making his way across the fair, Razor had only one destination planned, and he spotted Mac by the hot dog stand.He was standing with Iron, and this pissed him off.
“You were supposed to relieve me an hour ago,” Razor said, stepping in front of Mac.
“I was?Huh, that is so strange, but I’ve been here for the last couple of hours, so no biggie.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”Razor asked.
“I don’t have a problem.I was told to be here and keep an eye on things.I didn’t realize I had to be in a specific area at any point.”He pulled out his cell phone.“There’s no notification that states I need to cover your ass.”
Razor wanted to fucking hit him.Mac was being smug.They all had a job to do.If he started a fight, Doc would be pissed.
This fair was supposed to go smoothly.It was what Sheriff Hayes asked for, and if the MC started to get into fights, it would be bad publicity for the town and for the fair.He was aware the locals counted on this for their revenue.There would be a time and a place for him and Mac to deal with this, but it wasn’t going to be today.
He didn’t know what the fuck his problem was.He glared, turned on his heel, and made his way through the fair, intent on finding one person and one person only.He spotted her, fingering a sweater at the handmade goods stand.For a minute, he watched as she served a couple of people, then went back to admiring the sweater.
He recognized Martha, who was a nice old lady.A couple of months ago, her store was broken into, and some of the fabric was stolen.The sheriff came to them, and they took care of it.It was a few out-of-town kids playing games, thinking they were a lot tougher than they were.A visit from a few bikers and talking with their parents had handled the situation with ease.
Razor didn’t like the fact the sheriff was using him and the club to do their work for them.He had started to notice an increase in the sheriff’s demands, and it was grating on his nerves.It wasn’t like he had to do a lot of work in Rivermont Ridge.Sure, there were a lot of petty squabbles, but not a lot of crime—mainly kids with nothing to do.Easy stuff to handle.
He watched as Eden left the handmade stand and made her way toward the bookstore.Going to the handmade stand, he smiled at Martha.
“The puppy sweater,” he said.
