“Now get the hell out of here.”
I’m just the freeuse girl,I tried to remind myself. I should not have enjoyed that so much.
Bridget was whimpering as she helped a moaning Perry back to their car.
“Thanks for visiting,” Fizz hollered, finally turning up his hearing aids. “Come again anytime.”
As they spun out of the driveway, the MC Prez turned to my son.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Abraham gritted out, and there was a muscle throbbing in his jaw. “I can’t let anyone disrespect your mom, though.”
“It’s OK,” Laurie said, and he looked somewhat awestruck.
I wanted to simultaneously laugh and cry.
“I’m getting another cigarette,” Abraham said.
He didn’t look at me as he strode inside.
“I hope you aren’t upset,” I said to Laurie, stumbling over my words. “Abraham, he’s—he’s not usually like that. I promise.”
“Mom,” Laurie said gently. “It’s OK. It’s about time someone stood up for you. It didn’t permanently hurt anything but Dad’s pride. Maybe next time he won’t be so rude. And damn, it was funny to see the look on Bridget’s face when Abraham mogged him.”
“When he didwhat—“ I asked, but Laurie was already going, waving goodbye with his crooked little smile.
“I’ll meet up with them down the street. Pretty sure Dad’s going to be way too scared to give you any shit in the future.”
He grinned at me and jogged away, while I was left out of breath and gasping. And then I heard the flick of a lighter.
Abraham walked over and stood in front of me with his arms crossed.
Uh-oh.
“What the hell is wrong with your ex-husband?” he asked sternly.
“How about a blowjob?” I countered.
It was truly too embarrassing to talk about my marriage with Perry.
But Abraham was looking particularly grim. “Pollyanna Jean. Don’t try to distract me right now. Tell me why this man thinks he can get away with disrespecting you.”
“I’m a club bunny. I need to get back to my job,” I parried.
“Polly. I don’t care what I said originally. You live here with Legends MC. If you didn’t fuck me at all, I would still want you here gardening.”
I felt an unfamiliar flush of warmth through me.
What was that supposed to mean? That he actually wanted me beyond just my club girl duties?
He had agreed to treat me with respect when I first moved in and he wasliving up to every damn moment of that.
After that bombshell, talking about my ex truly did feel less awkward.
“We got divorced last year. He’s kind of a douchey asshole, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“And who is that fuckin brainless idiot he had with him?”
“His new wife,” I said, secretly liking that Abraham seemed to regard her with revulsion.
