Kyra’s heartpounded in her throat.
Why the hell was he following her? Couldn’t he take a hint? A very obvious one at that.
She should’ve left the second she spotted MC cuts. That was when it dawned on her that the jubilee was a fundraiser for the Walker Foundation. A charity that the Dirty Angels held near and dear.
As they should.
The thick crowds also proved that the foundation was important to the residents of western Pennsylvania, especially those living in and around Shadow Valley.
The only reason she didn’t hightail it out of there was because she’d come with someone else—a man she only recently started seeing—and if she told Glen she wanted to leave only minutes after arriving, he’d have questions.
Questions she wouldn’t want to answer.
She should’ve pretended to get sick.
But she also didn’t want to disappoint Ledger since he’d been hyped about coming. In the car, Glen had asked her sonif he wanted him to win one of those humungous stuffed teddy bears. Of course, Ledger got so excited that if he hadn’t been buckled in, he would’ve bounced right out of his car seat.
So, she sucked it up, knowing she might run into bikers she knew and only hoped Zeke wouldn’t be one of them.
As always, her luck when it came to the pain-in-the-ass president of the Dirty Angels was the worst.
Her pulse quickened when she saw Glen waving at them and holding up some cotton candy.
Great.Not only was Zeke stalking her, but Ledger might soon be overdosing on pink spun sugar.
“Who’s that motherfucker?” The words had been growled from behind her.
“Leave me alone, Zeke. My life isn’t your business.”
“Guess you didn’t wait too long to find some new dick.”
He had some damn nerve.
“Too long? It’s been almost four years,” she hissed over her shoulder. “You probably spent most of that time in jail.”
“No jail.”
“Oh, I meant prison. Tomato,tomahto.” She stopped dead.
She’d prefer Zeke didn’t meet Glen, and if she continued on her current path, that was going to happen.
Again, that might raise too many questions. One of them being why a tattooed man wearing a DAMC cut was following her and Ledger through the fairgrounds. If she lied and said he was only an old friend, Zeke was sure to open his big trap and tell him otherwise.
Ledger tugged on her shorts again. “Mommy, twain.”
Twain?She glanced over to where Ledger pointed. Yes, it certainly was a train. It was one of those kids’ trains that didn’t need tracks and was pulled by an electric engine.
Kyra did a double-take when she glanced back and saw Glen taking long strides toward them, wearing a huge smile.
Oh shit.
In the short time they’d been dating, he’d been great with Ledger. He’d probably make a great father figure. Unlike the man lurking behind her, who could hardly take responsibility for himself.
Glen’s smile slipped as his gaze shifted to the dark cloud trailing her.
Probably because Zeke was now crowding her, giving off a possessive vibe.
At first, she had thought bikers acting like that around their women was cute. Then she learned it was more about misogyny. Claiming women as club “property,” rather than being protective.
