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Slick felt she was giving the cold shoulder, and he shrugged. Summer looked worn down, and Slick checked her ring finger. He could have sworn it was bare. Maybe she had a boyfriend.
“How about lunch?” Summer suggested, brightening.
Slick was puzzled, but if he wanted to get to know her better, he would take whatever she offered. Once he was sure he was in there with her, then he’d question what kept her so busy at night.
“Would be great. Today?” Slick said hopefully, and Summer broke into laughter.
“It’s almost lunchtime now. How about tomorrow?” Summer asked.
“I’ll be here. Say… one o’clock?”
“Perfect. Uncle Brian takes his lunch at noon every day without fail,” Summer replied.
That fact interested Slick. “Does he run this with you?”
“No, Uncle Brian helped me organise everything and get the centre open. The first few months after Dad’s death, I couldn’t operate. But Uncle Brian put his boot up my backside and got me moving. Together, we got this place open in time for spring this year. He even helped plant the field we own and do all the pots,” Summer said with a smile.
Slick nodded.
“This must have been a shitload of work, it’s damn beautiful.”
“I think we worked eighteen-hour days. Sometimes, we grabbed sleeping bags and slept overnight and got up early again the next day. But looking at this, Dad’s dream has come true.”
Slick felt his heart kick at the grin Summer released.
“He liked gardening?”
Summer laughed. “Dad hated it. I was the gardener, and Dad wanted to see me succeed. He bought this as a surprise for me. He said his green-fingered girl needed to showcase her talents.”
“Good man.” Slick nodded as he loaded the last pot, and Summer grabbed the trolley.
“I’ll fetch the second load,” she stated.
Slick watched her ass as she walked away before realising he should be offering her a hand. He chased after her, still admiring the view.
Chapter Four.
Slick
He still had a grin on his face after dropping Ezra’s pickup at the job and collecting his motorbike. Drake was on the forecourt when he roared up and Slick tried to wipe the smile and couldn’t.
Drake’s eyebrow rose as Slick swung off his bike.
“Good day?” Drake questioned curiously.
“Yeah, so far it is,” Slick replied.
“Helping Ezra?” Drake asked, clearly curious about Slick’s smirk.
Slick’s grin widened as he nodded and walked past Drake. He let out a chuckle as Drake huffed at him and entered the clubhouse.
The first face he caught sight of was Artemis, and as usual, he got that little kick of fear. Not that he was frightened of her but more afraid of what her actions could have cost him. And like he usually did, he pushed them to one side. A quick glance around told him the rec room was nearly empty, apart from Axel and Ellen, Artemis, Mac, and Gunner.
“Everything okay?” Slick asked Axel, who nodded.
Slick’s eyes narrowed on the founder of Rage. Ever since Axel had been hurt, he had been quieter, and it worried him. Ellen had assured many of them in private that Axel was managing, but everyone had concerns.
Slick knew that Justin Goldberg’s death, in coming to Axel’s rescue when he’d been ambushed and shot, had rocked the man. But Slick was beginning to wonder if Axel was suffering from depression. Sometimes, the guy seemed like himself, and other times, he was quiet and morose.
