Page 37 of Trusting The Biker


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“Is sending her today the best idea?”

“Adam might be a lousy son of a bitch, but he’d never hurt them.”

“You sure about that?”

She inhales deeply. “I appreciate that you care. I do. I don’t want to come off sounding like a bitch. It’s only that I’ve managed to keep them safe all their lives and I don’t need anyone to educate me on how to do it now.”

“I’m going to give you that remark for free. Next time I’ll spank your ass until you get it through your head that when I said I’m going to keep showing up for you that it means with the girls too. I understand you come as a package deal. I’m not running away, no matter how hard you push.”

“I’m not. I’m being honest.”

“The second I brought it up, you went tense and jerked away from me. And I get it. This is all fresh and new. You’re not used to having a real man in your space and in your face communicating to you what’s what. Sticking my nose where you don’t think I should.”

“I get that you care and that you think you know what’s best for me and my daughters, but they are just that. Mine. You can’t steamroll over me. It takes time.”

“Like I’ve said, I’ve decided that I want you in my bed and on the back of my bike. You’ve got my come crusted on your thighs. I was making conversation. I wasn’t steamrolling anything. You took offense that I questioned your judgment.”

“It’s too early in—it’s too damn early, okay?”

I grab her hand, bringing her knuckles to my lips. “I’ll ease up. A little.”

“Thank you.”

“Why don’t I see to some coffee while you make them calls, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” She pulls on her robe and slips on the ugliest pair of bright purple rubber shoes with holes cut out in them I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Beautiful, do you mind divulging what the fuck is on your feet?”

“Um…my house shoes?”

“Damn them’s some ugly ass shoes.”

“Don’t knock it till ya try it. It’s like walking on fur lined clouds. They make them for men, too.”

“Stop right there. No self-respecting man would be caught dead in them.”

“Link wears them around the house.”

“I know you’re fucking lying.”

She holds up a palm. “Hand to God. Pam is who got me into them.”

“I don’t believe this shit.”

She kicks one off. “Go ahead. Stick your foot in.”

“Fuck no. Don’t you have some calls to make?”

“What’s the matter, chicken? Bawk. Bawk.” She clucks her arms like wings.

“Get those damn things away from me, you fuckin’ nut. Next thing, you’ll be trying to dress me in khakis and an ugly ass sweater.”

“Not until it gets a bit colder out.” She snickers, shoving her foot back in that damn rubber sled she calls a shoe.

Against my better judgment, I dropped Zoe off at work for half a shift. I told her I’d swing back by to pick her up for lunch. She should have her ass at home resting. Though this gives me a chance to meet back up with Link and Nav to go over our strategy for how we plan to nail this bastard. I swing by my house to shower and change.

I bump into Smoke on my way in as he’s going out. “Hey, man. How’s Zoe?”

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