“Yeah, because eight dollars is really going to compensate me for a meal out,” I grumbled as I stood up and wrapped my jacket around myself.
As I did, the sleeve of my jacket whacked the man in the face.
When I turned to apologize, he was looking at me like I was nuts.
I was sure I wasn’t looking at him with a good expression either.
The man was tall. Not hugely bulky or anything, but really damn fit.
And he was wearing a pair of jeans that looked like they stretched really well seeing as his thighs were thick. His ass was even better.
But the icing on the cake was the way his t-shirt rode up and exposed part of his stomach.
Smooth, tanned skin covered a gorgeous single ab.
I’d bet my left tit he had an eight-pack.
He tugged his t-shirt into place and then snatched something black off the chair beside him.
I didn’t notice what it was until we got into the hallway and he threw it on over his shoulders.
My stomach sank as I saw the black cut on his shoulders.
He was a member of the Dixie Wardens MC Montana Chapter.
I froze, letting him get a little farther ahead of me.
What were the odds that I’ve move to an area that another one of their chapters was located?
Maybe he was from Bozeman, and nowhere near me.
And when we were brought back into the courtroom an hour later, I made sure to sit as far away from him as I could get.
As a precaution, I stayed well away from him for the rest of the day.
After what happened with Errol, I didn’t want another Dixie Warden in my life.
Not for a few weeks if I was selected for jury duty. Not even for a few hours to see if I was selected.
Nope. No. Nuh-uh.
Three
Always remember you’re someone’s reason to smile. Because you’re a joke.
—Black to Odin
Odin
“Were you selected?” my assistant, Moses, asked.
I grunted as I slung my cut onto my chair in my office and took a seat.
“Take that as a yes.” Moses smiled. “Nothing came in today. Thankfully. You’re all caught up still.”
Great.
I was hoping to get out of it.
