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A show? What was I, his eighty-year-old grandmother? “That’s…sweet,” I repeated. “But, um…”
Lisa snickered, and she didn’t even try to hide her amusement at my expense. She never did.
“Sorry, pal.” She finally stood and circled the table to sit on my lap. “She’s taken,” she said, and planted her lips on mine as she ran her fingers through my hair.
Lisa pulled back and laid an expectant look on the man because there were two reactions when we did this. The guy would offer to take us both out in hopes of scoring a threesome. Or they would be bummed out.
This guy? He got angry. I blinked in surprise as those pale eyes suddenly burned up with an energy that sent goosebumps popping up all over my body. His eyes darted between us, his mouth thinning and his brows lowering threateningly, before he spun on his heels without a word and stomped off back to his table.
“Sheesh,” Lisa groaned playfully. “It’s exhausting having such a stunner of a best friend. Maybe I should shoot my shot.” She wiggled her eyebrows, one arm slung over my shoulder as she remained sitting on my lap.
“Maybe that’s what’s missing in my life. Pussy.”
She snorted another laugh, flicking bright red curls over my shoulder as she reached across the table and snagged her whiskey. “Yeah, right. Remember that French chick from junior year?”
My face flamed hot, and I immediately grabbed for my own drink. “Hey, I thought I’d be able to eat out a woman, okay? It’s not my fault I freaked in the moment.”
Lisa tossed her head back and burst into a laugh so loud and contagious, it earned us stares from the other bar patrons. She calmed down enough to raise her glass. “To all the memories and the bonding, the experiences that brought us to this milestone in our lives. Sisters forever.”
“Sisters forever,” I agreed. “And to the next chapter.”
Lisa nodded. “Let it be filled with good sex, hot guys, and steady paychecks.”
“Hell yeah, I’ll drink to that!”
This was a moment I wasn’t sure I would ever see. People with my background didn’t often get out or rise above the trauma, and I was damn proud of that fact that I had.
Too bad Aunt Myra died before she could see me.
Chapter 2
Rocky
“Hey, brother. Why did you want to meet here for lunch?” I took a seat in the diner booth with a frown as I looked around. The place was filled with truckers and nine-to-fivers scarfing down a daily special before they had to get back to the office.
Diesel flashed a grin as he shoved back his dusky blond hair, which hit his shoulders. “Ellie is addicted to the pecan pie here and they’re making a fresh one. Should be ready by the time we finish up.”
My lips twitched in an effort to hold back a smile, but I failed and burst out laughing. “I want to give you shit for being so whipped, but Ellie deserves it.” She was a little scrap of a thing, but goddamn she was strong and feisty. And it was clear to us all that she loved my president, which is all any of us could ask for in a missus.
“Okay, so we’re eating here and talking MC business?”
Diesel nodded. “Some of Carter’s properties are up for sale. His family wants nothing to do with the so-called legacy and we might be able to get them for a good deal.”
I nodded. “Demon Ink is still just an idea, but I’ll bet one of those buildings would be perfect.”
“Gio could oversee it when he’s finally patched. He’s earned it,” Diesel said, and looked away, no doubt thinking that had my brother not been there for Ellie and the son she shared with Diesel when shit went down not too long ago, they might both be dead.
“God, the little shit will be insufferable then,” I muttered with a fake groan, and Diesel laughed.
“Must be a family trait.”
I flipped him off just as the cute waitress with the big tits came to take our order.
“Mornin’, sweetheart.” I rubbed a finger over my stubble before leaning back in the booth and flashing her a smile, noting her blush and the way her eyes kept bouncing back to me instead of Diesel. Where my prez and close friend had dirty blonde hair and eyes blue enough to make many girls swoon, this one apparently had good taste and preferred her men more tanned, with a darker and more ruggedly handsome look. Aka me.
“I’ll have the breakfast omelet burrito with extra salsa.” I sent her a wink for good measure, and she blushed furiously and turned to Diesel.
“I’ll take the bacon and egg bowl, thanks.”
