“It means I work where I’m needed. I get paid by the day since I don’t have a permanent facility here yet.”
“You wanna become a doctor, just lemme know.”
Before she could make sense of that, he walked out.
She watched the way his hips rolled as he headed toward his Harley. Those damn hips were just as smooth in bed, too.
Those memories caused a twinge in a place where she didn’t want to admit.
When he started his motorcycle, it was so damn loud he probably woke up the whole neighborhood.
After slipping on eye protection and tying a bandana around the lower half of his face, he turned his head to look at her for a moment, then gave her a two-finger salute and raced off into the night.
The famous line from the movieGhostwhispered through her head.
“You in danger, girl.”
Kyra had a feeling that Oda Mae Brown could not have been more right.
Chapter Fourteen
Zeke unlockedthe cash register behind the bar at The Iron Horse Roadhouse, swiped a handful of twenties, and closed the drawer, making sure it was secure again. He stuffed the wad deep into his pocket before heading back through the commercial kitchen that separated Church from the public bar.
Vi had texted him about a half hour ago to tell him Kyra would be there soon. He had sent one of the prospects to keep an eye out so he could unlock the gate to let her park in the rear lot.
He had no fucking clue what the plan was this morning, he only knew he’d get to spend some time with his kid.
Maybe they’d play a little pool.
Or throw some darts.
Do a shot or two.
Nothing wrong with raising that kid to be a badass biker from the get-go. And he was getting a late start.
He smirked, knowing none of that shit would ever happen. Not if he ever wanted to see his kid again.
As well as Ky.
He paused to watch one of their hired cooks prepping the kitchen for the busy bar crowd expected later.
He missed Mama Bear. She always made the best damn breakfasts.
Once Mama Bear’s ol’ man died with a beer in front of him on the stool at the end of the bar where he always parked his ass, it wasn’t long until she followed Grizz.
Ace, Rage’s grandfather, had said she died of a broken heart.
Zeke hadn’t been so sure about that. But once Ace’s wife Janice died of cancer, the DAMC OG wasn’t around long after that, either.
So, maybe that shit was true.
He just knew when he kicked the fucking bucket, no woman would be chasing him into Hell.
“Larry, got any pancakes?” Zeke called out.
Larry lifted his head from whatever he was chopping. “No, want some?”
Pancakes might put him in good with his kid. “Yeah. Make a huge stack and drown ‘em in syrup. With sausages. You know, the round ones, not the flat ones.”
