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The brothers stiffened, myself included.
No.
It wasn’t that time yet.
It couldn’t be. Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, I noted the month. “Fuck.”
“That’s right, you butt ugly ladies. It’s charity baseball season and the city of Lawton has sent us our registration forms and schedule. I expect every one of you to sign up and start practicing. We came in dead last last year and I don’t want a repeat. We got our asses handed to us by the Lawton Ladies Quilting Bee, for fuck’s sake.”
“I hate baseball,” Monk groaned.
“Not my problem,” Pence stood, passing out this year’s roster. Picking mine up, I quickly scanned who we were up against this year and groaned. “Pence, we’re bikers. Not baseball players. Why do you keep volunteering us for this shit?”
“I didn’t,” he grinned. “I was going to sign us up for the charity bowling league in the fall.”
“Then who signed us up?”
“Your wife did.”
Every set of eyes around the table glared at me. “What? What do you mean? How? She’s been busy with the house. How the fuck did she even know about this shit?”
When Pence stayed quiet, I narrowed my eyes. “Vivi told her!”
Pence nodded. “Apparently the women got to know the mayor and businessowners very well while fixing up that monstrosity you call a home. They’ve made friends all over town. Vivi let it slip that every year the city holds a charity baseball league to raise money for a national charity. Well, when Kali found out, she talked to the mayor, and this year’s charity will be the Vanderveer Cancer Center.”
“Shit,” I moaned, dropping my head to the table. There was no fucking way I could get out of it now. That was Kali’s grandfather’s charity and a nationally accredited one, too.
I hated baseball.
I was from New York.
I played football or hockey.
Not baseball!
Later that day, I was elbow deep in an engine when I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot. Looking up, I smiled as Kali’s vehicle parked in front of the clubhouse. Reaching for my grease rag, I quickly wiped my hands before grabbing a smoke. Lighting it, I watched as my woman got out of her vehicle and headed towards me.
With a strut in her step, my woman looked smokin’ hot today. Dressed in a black denim skirt with a sheer white shirt billowing around her. A chain-link belt cinched at her waist and black cowboy boots showed off her tanned shapely legs. I groaned, ignoring my hardening dick.
No longer the shy, timid woman from before, my woman was a force to be reckoned with. Determined, smart and strong willed, my woman was coming into her own. She knew what she wanted and went after it.
“Kansas, I need to talk to you.”
“Okay,” I said, leaning against the car I was working on, taking another drag of my cigarette. “What’s up?”
“I spoke to Chief Longfeather. He agreed to come out this weekend and bless the house. But that’s not what I want to talk to you about?”
Smiling, I said, “All ears, babe.”
“Do you know how many homeless kids live in Lawton?”
Before I could utter a word, she continued, “Too many. One is too many. I was having lunch with Chief Longfeather at the Twisted Fork when I saw a young boy sneaking food out of the trash can. He couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. When I asked why he wasn’t in school, Chief Longfeather said the kid was homeless. Homeless! Can you believe it?”
“Babe, just because we live out in Southern Oklahoma, doesn’t mean we don’t have our fair share of displaced residents.”
“I’m not talking about the adults, Kansas. I mean, they’re important too, but I am talking about the kids. Longfeather told me it’s worse on the reservations. Kids leaving home because parents are too damn drunk or on drugs or abusive. It isn’t right. The adults, the authorities, are ignoring them and leaving them to fend for themselves. I know what that feels like, Kansas, and I hated it. I felt as if no one wanted me, that they didn’t care. No child should ever have to feel that way.”
“You don’t have to sell me, honey. I agree with you. Hell babe, all the brothers feel that way. We help when we can, but most of those kids run from anyone who tries to get near them. They’re feral, babe.”
