AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“We live in Europe and, yes, we are from an affluent family. I think you noticed our clothes when we first arrived. I’m afraid I didn’t take into account our mode of dress.”
She stumbled over that part and Dozer knew there was more she was leaving out.
“As for the reason we’re here, we—well, me really—I wanted to see where my mom was from. We’ve already heard the stories about their time here and wanted to see for ourselves the places we’ve heard so much about. She worked at a diner. Not the Stardust, but another one. She met my father there. He was flying to Washington DC for a meeting and his plane had to land because of a faulty gauge. He had to drive the rest of the way, and they stopped to grab something to eat at my mom’s diner. According to my father, he knew the moment he saw my mother that she was the woman he was going to marry. My mom said it took longer before she agreed to give him a chance.”
Dozer found her gentle smile captivating… which irked him. He grabbed more pizza instead of letting his thoughts go into dangerous territory as she continued.
“Then there’s the house where mother grew up. She’d had to sell it when her mom passed from cancer to pay the hospital bills. She was seventeen and took over raising her sister, Ree’s mother, who was only twelve at the time. Mother put in long hours to make enough money to keep them in a small house and to eventually send my aunt to college. Of course when she married my dad, they moved away.”
What she was describing sounded like a rom com movie on the Hallmark Channel. Another wide difference between them. He couldn’t remember his dad not being drunk. When Dozer was eight, his dad had a heart attack and died. His mom tried her best, but he hadn’t made it easy on her. He was a rebellious child acting out at every chance he got. Without a doubt, he would have ended up dead if the Kings of Chaos hadn’t stepped in when they did.
At least Jane’s mom, it sounded like, was from the real world. Jane and her cousin? Not at all.
“And what do you think about what you’ve seen? Does it live up to your expectations?”
She sat her pizza down on her napkin and sighed deeply. “I don’t know. I’m afraid we haven’t been able to see anything. That’s what the car was for and, well, you know how that ended.”
He certainly did. Crash had called earlier and said the car was fixed, but he’d told him to keep it for a few more days. “You know you have no business driving, right?”
She nodded and picked at her pizza. “I know. It’s harder than it looks. I’ll return the car to the dealership when it’s repaired.”
He was sure that wasn’t going to work as easily as she was thinking. Return a car that’s been wrecked? Good luck with that. “I’ll see if I can sell it for you if you’d like me to.”
Why he offered, he hadn’t a clue. Nobody he knew rode in cages, but surely Crash would know someone to take it off her hands. If for no other reason than to keep the town safe.
“That would be very nice. Thank you.”
Again he surprised himself by volunteering, “I’ll take you.”
Her head popped up. “Take me where?”
Her long dark hair fluttered around her face and settled around her shoulders. He had the strangest urge to gather it in his hand as she knelt at his feet so he could watch every moment of her pink lips take his cock. He was going to hell.
Nowhere should be his answer, but like an idiot, he replied, “To visit the places your mom knew. I’ll take you and your cousin wherever you want to go.”
Her brown eyes brightened. Damn, he hated those contacts. “Really? That would be amazing! Thank you.”
Her praise made him shift in his seat. He was fucked. “Why the contacts and the fake accent?”
She played with her napkin and sighed and spoke in her way-too-sexy normal voice. “A security measure. My parents were afraid someone might remember my father because of my eyes. Our eyes are the same in color. And the accent because we thought we had the American accent mastered from hearing our moms all our lives. I guess we aren’t as good as we thought.”
Her normal speech matched up with the rest of her. A bit British and a little European, if he had to guess. “It’s not so much the accent as what you say. I mean a serving platter for pizza? We just eat it out of the box.”
She worried her bottom lip and nodded. “Oh. I see. I should have known that. You make me nervous and I’m not always thinking clearly when you are in the room.”
Dozer was stunned she would admit to the same attraction he felt growing between them. He would never reveal the pull she had over him. Caring for something made you weak. He shouldn’t be here now. He sure as fuck shouldn’t be driving her around to who knows where. “So you have an overprotective daddy with boundary issues. Why the hell are you sitting here with me? Am I just a kick in the ass to daddy? You know your father won’t approve of me.”
Her laughter surprised him. That wasn’t the reaction he’d been going for. “Oh, Dozer, you have no idea what my father is like, but I can tell you that if he were to meet you, he’d probably have a beer with you and want to ride your motorcycle. He’s the most accepting and unassuming person I know. But, please, never let him ride your bike. My mother would be quite upset.”
“Nobody rides on the back of my bike. Not even the women I fuck.” Everybody knew only your old ladies rode in that place of honor and since he’d never make the mistake of claiming a woman, he would ride solo for life. A niggling voice in the back of his head said Jane would fit perfectly wrapped around him on his bike.
Jane’s eyes grew large from his hard but honest answer. He should be happy he’d shocked her, but he wasn’t. Her innocence turned him the fuck on.
“So when can we go?” she asked, knocking those fucked-up thoughts from his head.
“Are you helping Walter anymore?”
“Yes, his waitresses are out with the flu. He said to plan on working for five more days, but we don’t go in until eleven each morning.”
