Ledger flapped a hand around in a sloppy wave. “Hi, Gwen!”
“Hi, buddy. Long time no see.” Glen’s greeting was more upbeat than his expression.
Of courseDaddyappeared right behind Ledger and placed his tattooed hands on their son’s shoulders.
She groaned. Zeke showing up at this place when his club owned Sophie’s Sweet Treats, which served a hell of a lot more than what Above the Ground did, was no coincidence.
No, it certainly was a choice.
A bad one.
She narrowed her eyes on Zeke who had the gall to respond with a cocky grin. “Didn’t expect to run into you here.”
Bullshit.She’d been upfront with him about why he needed to watch Ledger. Though, she never told him where she was having this meeting. He must have followed her here.
Typical caveman biker action.
She unclenched her teeth. “Glen, I’m so sorry for the interruption. Do you mind watching Ledger for a second or two?”
Glen’s eyes sliced back and forth between Kyra and Zeke. “Sure.”
He didn’t sound so sure, but Kyra couldn’t blame him. This whole scenario was awkward.
Almost as awkward as Zeke and Glen’s first meeting at the fair. She certainly didn’t want it to end the same way.
“Excuse me for a second.” She got up from her chair. “Buddy, can you talk to Glen for a few minutes while I talk to your father?”
Ledger did the one-hundred pound exaggerated head nod. “Yeah.”
“I’ll be right back.” She snagged Zeke’s tattooed arm, jerked him away from the table, and practically dragged him to the other side of the coffee shop.
“You’re really pushing your luck,” she muttered under her breath. When she stopped, she spun on him and hissed, “Zeke, go home. You have no reason to be here.”
“Home?”
She flapped a hand around. “Wherever. My place. The clubhouse. Your parents’. I don’t care. Just go somewhere that. Is. Not. Here.”
“Don’t want you with him, babe.”
She desperately tried to not roll her eyes. “I’m very aware of that. And you are fully aware why I met Glen here. But your actions are currently making me question mine.”
He grinned.
She glared. “Don’t you grin! This isn’t a joyous occasion.”
“Maybe not for”—he tipped his head toward the tablewhere Glen waited patiently—“him. But sure as fuck is for me. Just wanted to make sure you’re safe.”
Safe? Bullshit.
She sighed. Long and loudly. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“Coulda broke up with him with a fuckin’ text.”
“That would be rude and he doesn’t deserve that. He’s been nothing but kind to me and Ledger. In fact, you should take notes.”
“Last thing I fuckin’ need is notes from that guy.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the table where Glen and Ledger sat.
Of course, both sets of eyes were turned their way. “Take Ledger and go.Please.”
