Page 66 of Guarding Glenda

“And how are they? The episodes, I mean.”

She shrugged. “Few and far between, so far. But I hadn’t had any for months, so I guess more than normal.” She chuckled. “Normal for me. I guess flashbacks aren’t really normal.”

“Maybe. But I’d say less common. You’re not abnormal. Just going through some shit. I have vivid memories sometimes. Bad ones. They’re different than yours, but I think a lot of people occasionally relive shit, good or bad.”

She nodded. “True. But do they completely space out?”

“That I can’t say. I space out for a minute,” I said as I reached for her hand.

“Yeah. I just want to be able to drive, or hell, even take a ride.”

I pulled her hand to my lips. After pressing a gentle kiss there, I said, “There’s nothing more I want than to have you on my bike, Glenda. We’ll get there.”

She giggled. “There you go again. But I’d love that.”

We made it to the clubhouse with little more discussion and enjoyed the low hum of classic rock. We didn’t let go of each other’s hands until we arrived.

“I’ll walk you inside.”

She waited for me to get her door, then we headed in. “You know, you don’t have to escort me everywhere. Especially places I’m familiar with.”

“Sure I do,” I quipped, pulling open the front door. She rolled her eyes and I added, “I need to holler at Hammer anyway.”

We headed to the main bar area that was immediately to the left when you walked inside.

Several girls rushed over, squealing and jumping around.

“You just saw her,” Hammer said as he turned around.

Allie snapped back, “Shut the fuck up. We can still be excited. Damn.”

Hammer’s jaw worked and he climbed down from the stool at the bar, leaving a plate of half-eaten food. He walked over to Allie, so I stepped closer.

“Hammer, chill,” I said.

Allie grabbed my arm, trying to step back in front of me. “I don’t need your fucking help, Leigh. Fuck you, Ryan. I dare you to touch me.” She pointed over my shoulder when I blocked her.

Hammer pointed at me. “You need to do something with these women. And you,” he said, pointing at Glenda. “You and I need to chat.”

Glenda turned red. This time, I pushed Allie out of the way and stepped even closer.

Rogers was quickly at his side. “Hammer, we can do this later,” he said.

“Do what?” I looked over my shoulder and Allie was clutching Glenda close. Linny walked into the room, not looking as confident, but still went to her side. Pinkie left the bar and joined them. My brows pinched. “What the fuck is going on?”

“She destroyed our colors,” Hammer said, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s a big fucking deal.”

Looking back briefly, Glenda’s face was beet red and her jaw clenched.

I rubbed at my chin. “Goddammit,” I said under my breath.

“I’m sorry, Hammer.” Glenda’s voice was unsteady. “I wasn’t trying to disrespect you. I was just destroying Reggie’s shit.”

Hammer started to open his mouth, but I butted in. “Give me a Goddamn minute. I’ll be right back.” I turned, then broke Glenda free from the human shield and walked her to the hall. “Tell me what happened. What did you destroy?”

Her bottom lip trembled as her eyes filled. “My cut.” Each cheek had a tear rolling down it, but she swiped them away and fought to hold back more. She hugged herself close.

I pulled her into my arms. “Fuck, Glenda.”