He shot her another puzzled glance. “You must be thinking of gangs. We’re a club. Whole different thing.”
“How often do you go?” She knew she was bombarding him with questions but she needed to know. Just because it sounded good didn’t necessarily mean it was.
“Depends on what’s going on.” He shrugged. “If I’m in the middle of a big project and can’t spare the time, then I don’t. But I try to make as many as I can.”
“So that’s where you were all day yesterday?”
“That’s it.” He looked at her curiously. “Do you have something against bikers?”
“I…I don’t like gangs.” More like hated them with a white-hot fury. Yeah, she knew every gang wasn’t as bad as the one she and Noah had been investigating. But even now, two years later, she couldn’t think about her time with the Devil’s Squad without great pain. The Devil’s Squad might sound pretentious but she knew personally how well the name suited them.
“We’re not like stereotypical bikers, you know. I mean, sure, some people look the part but a lot of us don’t. And as I said, we’re a club, not a gang.”
“Sorry, it’s none of my business anyway.” Clearly, she’d overreacted. Hard not to do when to her a motorcycle gang meant her lover’s death.
“It’s not a secret, Jedidiah.”
“I know. Angel Chandler mentioned it but she didn’t really say what it was. Except she called it a gang.”
“A common misconception. And now I’ll get off my soapbox.” He refilled both coffee mugs and said, “So, are you going to the Artisans’ Fair this weekend?”
Total change of subject. She laughed. “I kind of have to. Gabe’s a sponsor.”
“Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten.”
“Are you going?” She couldn’t imagine Trevor at an artisans’ fair but then she didn’t know him very well.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Besides your brother, another buddy of mine has some art showing at the fair. His is woodwork.”
“Maybe I’ll see you there.”
“Maybe so. And maybe this time I won’t have to pry every word out of you.”
What in the world was he talking about? “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“When I met you at Nate and Damaris’s wedding I thought you were the most taciturn woman I’d ever met.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry. I was pissed at Gabe and my feet hurt and I was tired of being around all those people.” All those people gushing about Damaris getting married and asking her when she was going to find a nice man and settle down. Although Gabe hadn’t put it like that. He knew better.
Her smile faded. All that talk of finding someone still bothered her, but hell, having your lover murdered would freak anyone out. No wonder she wasn’t ready for another relationship. Sex, possibly. But an actual relationship? Highly doubtful.
“Jedidiah, are you all right?” Trevor looked concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“You didn’t look it.”
She forced a smile. “I’m good, really. And we need to get to work. I still have a lot to organize.”
“Okay. But if you need to talk—”
“I won’t,” she interrupted. “But thanks.” Good God, she needed to work on her poker face. She was really slipping if Trevor had so easily homed in on her distress.
