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Trixie looked at her best friend as though she lost her mind. “You’re okay with me being a lesbian?” she asked. Maybe it would be easier if she just told her friend that she was gay, but that wouldn’t be the truth and she promised to give Wren the truth.
“Yeah, but you’re not because you want my brother,” Wren whispered.
Trixie quickly looked out the window to make sure that Blade was still outside talking to Yonkers. “Wren,” she almost shouted, “can you not say it like that?”
“Like what?” Wren asked, playing dumb.
“Can you not say that I want Blade?” Trixie asked.
Her best friend smiled back at her, and she knew that admitting the truth to Wren might be something that she’d come to regret. “But it’s the truth, so why shouldn’t I say it?” Wren asked.
“Because he’ll hear you,” Trixie said, nodding to the open front door.
Wren giggled and shook her head at her, “I think that ship has sailed and I’m pretty sure that Blade knows exactly how you feel about him. I’m also pretty sure that he feels the same way about you too.”
“You think so?” Trixie breathed.
“I do, but I’ll let Blade tell you that for himself. For now, let’s find out who his sexy friend is and where he plans on taking me,” Wren insisted.
Trixie looked back out to the porch where both of the bikers were talking and she supposed that her friend was right—Yonkers was pretty hot, but he couldn’t hold a candle to Blade. One thing was for sure, Blade wasn’t done talking about what she had told him about Bruce. And she was sure that they would be having a chat about how she felt about Blade, and that was a conversation she wasn’t sure that she was looking forward to.
Blade
Blade couldn’t believe what Trixie had told him and Wren. She knew her stalker, but that wasn’t the biggest surprise. She said that she liked him. At least, that was what he thought she had said. Sure, she said that she didn’t have a crush on him, but that was a good thing, right? He didn’t want her chasing him around because she had a schoolgirl crush on him. No, he wanted her to want him, but they’d get to all of that later. The last thing he wanted to do was continue the very uncomfortable conversation with his sister sitting there, listening to everything. Yonkers had gotten to Wren’s place just in time to save a bit of his pride.
“You mean, she knows her stalker and even works with him?” Yonkers asked, recapping everything that Blade had just told him.
“Yep,” Blade grumbled. He had left out the part about Trixie dancing with the guy and leading him on and then dumping him because, in her words, he wasn’t Blade. Yeah, that part wasn’t any of Yonkers or the rest of the guys’ business down at the club. The one thing that Yonkers was known for was being a talker and the last thing Blade needed was his buddy spreading gossip about him down at Savage Hell. The guys would find out soon enough what was going on between him and Trixie because he planned on making her his now that he knew the truth.
“Why is this guy targeting her?” Yonkers asked. Trixie walked out on the porch and Yonkers whistled. “Never mind,” he breathed. “I can see why he’s stalking her. You sure I can’t babysit her instead of your bratty sister?” It was good that Yonkers thought about Wren that way. Blade knew that Yonkers wouldn’t make a play for Wren, and he wouldn’t have to worry about his little sister’s virtue, no matter that it didn’t exist, with his buddy.
“This is Trixie, and you know my kid sister, Wren,” Blade introduced. Yonkers had hung out with him and Wren at his house when he had a few summer cookouts. They seemed to get along fine, but Yonkers treated her like a kid sister too, and he was just the person Blade needed to watch her while he fixed this mess with Trixie’s stalker.
“Please stop calling me your kid sister, Blade,” Wren challenged. “I’m the same age as Trixie and you didn’t introduce her as a kid to him.”
“Well, you are my kid sister, Wren,” Blade said. “I was only stating a fact.”
Wren looked Yonkers over and smiled. “Good to see you again, Chris.” Yonkers’s real name was Chris O’Brian, but all the guys in the club called him, “Yonkers” because that’s where he was from, in New York.
“I thought you said his name is Yonkers,” Trixie said.
“It is, but for some reason, Wren likes to call me by my given name,” Yonkers said.
“Well, it’s good to meet you, either way,” Trixie said. “If you will all excuse me, I’d like to get a glass of water, I’m suddenly not feeling well.”
“Are you all right?” Wren asked, flanking her friend’s side.
“I will be. I didn’t have anything to eat or drink today, besides half a cup of coffee. I think that this is all just catching up to me.” From what Blade observed, Trixie hadn’t eaten much since she had moved into his place.
They all followed Trixie into the kitchen and Yonkers looked around Wren’s townhouse. “If I’m not mistaken, I’ve counted three Christmas trees on just this floor. You must love Christmas.”
“I do,” Wren gushed. His little sister had always loved Christmas. She was a fanatic about putting up her tree on December first and not taking it down until almost Valentine’s Day. She was over the top when it came to the holiday, and he couldn’t blame her. Their mother had been the same way, and after her death, Wren seemed to just carry on the traditions that Blade didn’t care for—namely putting up a Christmas tree. It was why he didn’t have one at his place.
“I have one in my bedroom too,” she admitted.
“Which Yonkers will not be seeing,” Blade growled.
“Grumpy,” Wren breathed, handing Trixie a glass of water.
