Daisy pokes at her fries and sips on her strawberry milkshake.
“You doing all right over there?”
She glances around the dinner and stares blankly out the window.
I clear my throat and repeat my question.
“Sorry. I’m just not used to this. To being out and doing what I want.”
“Get used to it, Daisy. Do you want me to still call you Daisy?”
“It’s what I’m used to.”
I didn’t come up with anything in my search earlier, but I’m not giving up. “You got a last name?”
“Does it matter? My family stopped caring about me a long time ago. If they even ever did.”
“What’s your story?”
“Are you asking because you’re trying to poke holes in it, or because you really want to know?” She dips a couple of fries into ranch dressing.
“I’m curious and want to get to know you.”
“What’s the point? The minute Hector or Big Daddy gets what they want they’ll get rid of me.”
“Prez wouldn’t do that. If he gave you his word on something, he’ll keep it.”
She seems to chew over my words while biting into her burger. A low moan escapes her lips. It’s a sound that travels straight to my dick. I don’t know what it is about her, but I like her. I shouldn’t. She’s got trouble written all over her, and yet I can’t stop thinking about her even with her sitting across from me.
“What’s your story?” She licks a pearl of ranch from the tip of her thumb.
“Not much to tell. Grew up here. Work construction for my old man and ride with the club.”
“That’s it? No girlfriend or wife? No kids? There’s got to be more to you than that.”
“What you see is what you get.” I finish off my double bacon and Daisy retreats back inside her head with this haunted expression in her eyes.
“Dessert?”
“You trying to fatten me up?”
“Nope.” I pop the P.
“I think the milkshake was plenty.”
I pay our tab and we get back on my bike. I don’t take her back to the clubhouse just yet. We cruise through Anarchy and then onto a nearby lake I come to when I need to clear my head.
I take her hand in mine and take her down a path that winds around the shore to a clearing that has some benches. Daisy sits on a bench, and I skip pebbles across the water.
“If you could go anywhere in the world right now and money wasn’t an option, where would you go?”
She smiles, but it’s a sad smile as something flashes across her face. “To get my child. Then I’d take them someplace magical, like a Disney park or something. What about you?”
“Guess I’d just get on my bike and ride. See where the road takes me.”
“Lame. There’s got to be somewhere you want to go.”
I shrug. “Yours sounds pretty good to me.”
