That was when Tanny’s eyes stopped on me.
She didn’t look amused.
She looked pissed.
She also had her phone out, and she was typing furiously.
Probably proving Sage’s point and contacting mommy and daddy to save her job.
I grinned at her, likely showing off chunks of enchiladas as I did, and went to get my lid.
I searched through the lockers until I found Sage’s, then opened it and shoved my dirty Tupperware inside.
I’d need both hands to get the patient out.
As I passed the open door of the supervisor’s office, I saw Sage standing there, hands on her hips, hip cocked, glaring at the supervisor.
I bounced into the office, placed a kiss to her cheek, and walked out.
The people that I passed made no attempt to make it look like they weren’t hanging on every word.
I dropped my head and smiled the entire way to our new guest’s room, as well as the entire way out.
Once I got him comfortably inside his new digs at the station, I pulled my phone out and texted Sage.
Me:
Meet me at the clubhouse tonight. We’re having beer and tacos. I’ll feed and walk Neo. Come straight from work.
Sage:
I need different clothes. These are gross.
Me:
I’ll snag you some from the RV.
Her reply came a couple of hours later.
Sage:
Fine.
Seventeen
Sometimes I open my mouth and my maiden name shows up.
—Sage’s secret thoughts
Sage
I didn’t know what to expect as I weaved my way through the throng of cars and bikes at the Dixie Wardens MC Montana Chapter’s clubhouse, but it wasn’t a bunch of kids squealing, dogs barking, and laughter.
I was greeted by nearly everyone with smiles, waves, and welcomes.
Literally everyone in town was here, which was when I realized that the entire town must’ve been filled with bikers and their families and friends.
Did the Dixie Wardens MC know someone who wasn’t a friend?
