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“I’m not wearing this fucking pink shirt.” He tossed it back at her.
“Rule number six” was all Mercury said, staring at him.
“Son of a bitch.” Doc grabbed the tank off the counter and pulled it on as he listened to the brothers whistle and catcall him. The damn thing barely stretched over his chest. He watched the blonde lift the passthrough, but as he walked through, she stopped him.
As he watched her intently, Doc’s mouth dried up as she went to her knees at his feet. Her hands glided up his calves, over his thighs, and around his hips. When his cock hardened, he blamed it on the dry spell he’d been on. As her hands roamed over his body, she slowly rose, smiling at him wickedly. Her tits pressed against his stomach and continued up his torso until she was standing in front of him. What he wanted to do was drag her up onto her damn toes and slam his mouth against hers. Instead, he looked down into her eyes. She was about a foot shorter than him, with full hips and great rack, and her baby blues were heartbreakingly beautiful. “You done?”
“Sure, honey,” she said as he walked past, listening to the laughs as he entered the bar. He didn’t bother adjusting himself. If someone had a problem with his dick, they could take it up with blondie.
Riley spotted the Gypsy Kings as they walked into the bar. She busted out laughing at the sight of one wearing Mercury’s work shirt. The logo said,I lick it clean at Muther’s. Glancing at Mercury, who was shoving past the men, Riley high-fived her as she stepped up to the bar, crammed a wad of cash into the tip jar, and rang the tip bell like a ship sinking.
Waving them over, Riley showed them to the patio, where there were multiple empty tables. As they sat down, she went into server mode. It’d been weeks since her hospital visit with Preacher. She’d done her darndest to forget the man, but his eyes haunted her. His voice whispered to her when she closed her own eyes late at night. He just wouldn’t leave her alone.
“Gentlemen, I’m Riley, and I’ll be your server today.” She doodledPreacheron her order pad. Scribbling through it, she smiled at Doc. “Gotta say, I love your shirt.”
She pointed at him, smirking. “I especially love the saying on it.” Riley gave the group a minute to read the stretched-out words. When they busted out laughing, she held out her hand, motioning for him to give her the tank top. When he whipped the shirt off and tossed it to her, Riley laughed and walked toward Mercury, who had already taken the man’s T-shirt off. “Nice stall, sugar,” she said.
“He’s a hard sell. No sense of humor.” Mercury pulled her tank top back on. Before she turned to go back to the door, she sent a little salute toward the hot, lanky biker with a wink.
Riley handed the T-shirt back to the guy. “Keep it inside out or you’ll have to leave. We don’t play when it comes to colors.”
“What’s your girl’s name?” Doc asked her.
“That’s Mercury Silva. What’s your name, handsome?”
“Doc.”
“Doc, how about a round of beers on me?”
“Thanks. What’s your favorite on the menu?” he asked as his eyes scanned the doorway for Mercury.
“Everything’s good, but I’m not in the kitchen today.” Riley laughed at her joke. The peanut gallery gave her crickets. “Tucker’s cooking today, so go with the double patty cheeseburger. Get it with cheddar and skirt it.”
“Skirt it?” some of the guys asked.
“Yeah. Tucker takes a ton of cheddar, melts it on the burger patties, and creates a skirt of cheese around the burger.” Riley listened to everyone say they wanted skirted burgers. “Listen, the races start in an hour. If you want to grab seats in the stands, you have to wait for your food. I won’t bring it to you.”
“Races?” Gypsy asked, curious what kind of races were held there.
Riley looked up from her order pad. “You don’t know what Muther’s is, do you?” She was intrigued by the fact Wrench hadn’t told his brothers about the bar.
“A bar and grill?” Gypsy shrugged.
“Not just a bar and grill. We run dirt track racing on Saturday nights and Sundays.” Riley pointed to the flat screens that were playing past races. “You can watch the race on the TVs.”
“Do you race?” Wrench asked, giving her a sly smile.
“Sometimes. Not this weekend.”Because I saved Preacher’s ass.She kept that piece of information to herself as she walked away.
ChapterEighteen
Riley walked through the bar, turning the lights out as she moved through Muther’s toward the door to lock up. She hurt from her head to her feet. The bar had been jumping from opening to closing. Some of the drivers had brought in a heavier crowd, which meant more money but also no breaks. Damn, she loved the money but hated working the floor.
Rolling up her apron, she stuffed it in her backpack with all the tips she’d made. Glancing over her shoulder, she realized it had gotten dark outside without her noticing. She wasn’t afraid of the dark or of being alone. What she was afraid of was some asshole hanging out in the parking lot waiting on one of them to exit. All of us being former military, no one ever thought about hiring security. Pulling out her 9mm, she chambered the first round and clicked the safety off. Sliding it into her waist holster, she placed it at her back.
When she stepped out into the night air, she locked the front door and headed across the parking lot toward her car. A silhouette of a tall man leaning against her car caused her to slow her stride. She slipped her hand to her back and over the cold steel as she heard her name slip from the man’s lips.
“Riley, it’s Bones.”
