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“Not out back? Have you been exiled too?” She knew it was snotty and bratty, but the words just flew from her mouth.
Meg slowly stood and laughed. “God, you remind me so much of myself when Mick and I first got together.” She knocked her hip into the door, closing the fridge and grinned. “C’mon. Let’s go have a talk.”
Cheyenne followed her out front and took her lead, planting herself at the opposite end of the porch steps. Meg sat leaning back against the column and placed Chey’s beer on the step. She brought the bottle to her lips. “Tell me.” She took a sip of her beer, staring at Cheyenne.
What was she supposed to say? She didn’t like being dismissed? She hated there was a part of his life that would always be separate and private from her? How was she supposed to be with someone who had a life she wasn’t a part of? In the past week, she noticed he left the room on several occasions to take a call. One night he’d left after midnight and hadn’t returned until four in the morning. When she questioned him, he said it was club business.
Maybe Macy was right. Her best friend had sat her down for what seemed like an intervention of sorts. There was no question Macy wasn’t a fan of Trax’s, but she did bring up a few good points. I do want to settle down and get married one day. She wanted the white picket fence with a big backyard for BBQs and kids’ birthday parties. They wanted different things in life. They were too different for this to ever work out. She didn’t want to throw away all her dreams just to follow him on his path to achieving his. It seemed pointless to bring it up with Trax. Hell, they’d only been together for a short while. Yet, it lingered in the back of her mind because she was falling fast for him.
“I’m waiting, Chey.”
She glanced up from the bottle in her hands.
“I think I want more, Meg.” Finally saying it out loud had her best friend’s words ringing true. Macy had hit the nail on the head. She had a plan, one she wanted so bad she could taste it. She glanced up from her bottle and caught a glimmer and a smirk from Meg before she swallowed the last of her drink. “I have plans.”
“And Trax can’t fit into those plans of yours?” It wasn’t an accusation, but there was something beyond the seemingly innocent question.
“I’m not sure we want the same things.” There was no arguing with it, and Meg would understand. She knew Trax better than most, and certainly more than Cheyenne.
“He told you that?” She angled her head and turned toward Cheyenne. “You guys discussed the future?”
“Well.” She licked her lips. “Not really. Only been together a short while.”
“So, you haven’t talked to him about it, but you assume he won’t be on board with ya?”
Her lower lip jutted out, and Cheyenne sighed heavily. “I want a family someday. I’ve always talked about getting married and having kids.”
She chuckled. “And Trax doesn’t?” She shook her head mockingly and rolled her eyes. “Strange, because I remember a handful of times him talking about settling down, being a father who showed up at baseball games and scout meetings.” The corner of her mouth curled, and her brow cocked. “Might remember him saying something about not minding sitting through three hours of ballerinas if it’s what his little girl wanted to do. Doesn’t sound to me like a man who doesn’t want a family.”
“He said that?”
Meg smiled and nodded. “I think Trax would make an awesome dad, don’t you?”
Cheyenne could almost picture him in the garage with small boys, showing them bikes. She smiled but cast the vision from her head. She kept hearing Macy’s voice. “We want different things.”
Meg sat back in her chair and smirked. “You’re not willing to sit through three-hour recitals?”
Cheyenne snickered and rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what Meg was doing. Chey was grateful in an odd way. Trax did want some of the same things she wanted, but there would always be a pink elephant lodged between them. She glanced down at her glass and sighed. Just say it.
“I’ll never be number one with him.”
It was a fact, and not something Trax could even deny. She didn’t need to hear it from him. It was what she’d seen, and would see for the rest of her life if she stayed with him.
“Ohhh, now I see, okay, yeah you’re right, it won’t work then.”
Cheyenne refused to glance over at Meg. She didn’t want to see the hurt that came with the confirmation. For as much as she knew it was true, there was a small part of her that wished Meg had lied and said she would be Trax’s number one.
“See,” she whispered.
“Not really, but I’ll appease ya cause I think that’s the angle you’re working.”
Cheyenne jerked her head and straightened her back. “I’m not working any angle.”
“Sure, ya are. You won’t be number one ’cause that’s the spot reserved for the club, right?” She shook her head and smiled. “You have a baby, Trax still gonna be your number one? And don’t lie and say yes ’cause you and I know both know it’s bullshit. Your child will become your top priority, same as Trax with the club.”
“It’s different.”
“Why, ’cause it’s you versus him? Chey, I been around bikers for over twenty-five years, and while there are a few bad apples thrown in the mix, for the most part, these are good guys. And most of all, they are loyal and loving and want to see each brother get exactly what he wants and deserves. You afraid the club will come between you? If they do, it’s got nothing to do with the brothers, that falls on you.”
