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“Uh, yeah. It wasn’t when we were kids. You know, my mom passed away not too long ago, and since my mom and your mom were friends, your mom has been a really good person for me to chat with. She helped me get through losing my mother. The last year has been really rough.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I don’t know if I officially said that, but I am so sorry you had to lose your mother.” I bet that explains why Luna was being so kind and patient with Ms. Gertrude out there earlier today.
“Thank you. It’s a sad reality of life, unfortunately.” Luna’s quiet for a few minutes, and then she clears her throat. “Feel like making another drink? You could make quite the bartender.” There’s a flirtatious laugh behind her words.
“Sure.” I walk over to the stone bar area my father had added here, and Luna follows along with me, sliding onto one of the barstools on the other side of the wooden bartop. She runs her finger along the wood, slowly taking in the large grain veining.
“When I was prospecting for the club, I had to be behind the bar a lot. I guess that’s how I got so good at making drinks,” I explain while I grab two glasses, get two cans of Coke, and pull a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf.
“What’s prospecting? I mean, I know you’re in a motorcycle club because your mom mentioned that to me, but I don’t really understand what it is. Do you just ride your bikes around with other guys?”
Her assumption is adorable. “Prospecting is what you do before you’re invited to be in the club as a fully patched member. It’s how you prove yourself to the men who are already within it. Sometimes it’s manning the bar. Other times it’s cleaning bikes. Basically, you pay your dues before you’re even given the respect of being in the club.”
“Oh, wow.”
I finish making our drinks, so I hand one off to Luna and continue speaking. “As far as riding around with other people, yeah, sure. We do go ride, but it’s more than that.” There’s so much I want to explain to Luna, but I don’t want to have the risk of pushing her away. Being in the club is great for me, but we cross over the line of doing illegal shit all the time, and I don’t want to have to explain that to her right now.
“It’s like a brotherhood, then?” She’s unsure of her answer, but she’s right on the money.
“It’s exactly like that. So, I’m only here for a couple of days. I think you should put my number in your phone so you can reach out after I head back to Los Angeles.”
A satisfied smile pulls at Luna’s lips. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, you never know when you might want to talk to me again,” I smirk and take a sip of my drink.
“What makes you think I want to?”
I lick my lips and look her up and down. “The slight redness brushing across your cheeks and how you keep fidgeting on the chair. Every time you do, you push your boobs up. I’m not sure if that’s intentional or not, but you look damn good doing it.”
“Two things? That’s why you think I’m interested?” Luna raises her brows at this point, and fuck if I don’t love the sass she’s throwing my way. Where was this when we were teenagers?
“No. You seem awfully interested in everything I’m talking about, and I saw your face light up as soon as you saw me today. When you were with Fannie, and you looked right at me, damn girl. You couldn’t hide it to save your life.”
“Ah, so you’re good at analyzing people.”
“When I need to, I am.”
Luna giggles lightly and pulls out her phone. “Good to know. What are your digits?”
I proceed to give her my phone number, and she saves me as a contact. Within a couple of moments, my phone dings in my back pocket. “That would be me, making sure you have my number too.” Luna cocks her head to the side in a damn adorable way.
I’ve had a lot of fun with her today, and I’m kind of bummed out that I’ll be heading back to Los Angeles. Come to think of it, I didn’t really spend too much time with my parents, but they had loads of people here. They were probably too busy anyway, so I’m not going to make myself feel bad for enjoying my time with Luna.
Luna and I continue chatting about stupid shit, and then we get into how much she loves her work and how it brings her joy. She goes on to tell me that in her line of work, it really takes her out of her own world and into an entirely different one. One where the pressures of life don’t eat away at her. I’d kill for that sort of break, and I’m glad she’s able to have a job where that’s possible.
Luna and I have had three more drinks, and I know we’re both feeling it. We’re heavily intoxicated, and I’m having a damn good time. I know she is, too, because all we’ve been doing is laughing and reminiscing about old times. Some of the stories she’s told, I was in and didn’t even realize she was around. I guess, in a way, Luna has always been closer than I thought she was.
I’m tipsy as fuck, and I’d normally think I’d regret telling Luna this, but I don’t think I will. “How the fuck didn’t we date in high school?”
Luna cackles and looks down at her drink. “I was way too uncool to be with you, Brennon. You were a total jock, and every girl in high school was constantly fawning over you.”
“You’ve always been cool enough to be with me. I’ve never given a rat’s ass what the rest of the world thought. Not then, not now. Why do you think I was still friends with you and stuck up for you when other people would say shit?”
Luna looks up at me and narrows her eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“I would get ragged on all the time by the rest of the football team for being your friend. They’d tell me there were hotter girls I could hang out with, shit like that. I told them to shove it, and when the cheerleaders made comments, I knew it was out of jealousy. Why do you think I never dated any of them? They were cunts, Luna. Girls who thought it was cool to be a total asshole to someone who didn’t deserve it, just for fun. That shit pissed me off so bad. Still does. Truth is, I always liked you.”
“Wait . . . what?” Luna’s caught in disbelief.
