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“You don’t need it. Close up for an hour, let’s eat lunch.”
She looks around the empty shop then nods. I grin, going back to the door, turning the sign to ‘Closed’, and clicking the lock.
I take a seat, and she joins me with two slices of cake and two coffees. “I’ll pay so this counts as a date,” I tease, and she smiles. I love her smile.
“Actually, I was wondering if you’re free tonight?”
“Keen,” I joke.
“I have this thing. It’s not important, so if you’re busy, I get it, but I . . .” She’s waffling, and I laugh. “Sorry, I’m nervous.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to if you have plans. My family is crazy, and I just hate the thought of having to put up with them alone.”
“Wow,” I say, taking a sip of coffee. “Third date and I’m meeting your family.”
She blushes. “You’re right, it’s a stupid idea.”
I grab her hand and hold onto it. “I’ll be there.”
She beams and her blue eyes almost sparkle. “Thank you.”
I feel weird without my kutte. I hardly ever leave the clubhouse without it, but tonight, I’ve replaced it with a half-zip jumper, and I didn’t miss the way the guys all turned to look at me as I left. They wouldn’t dare to comment, but I knew they were all wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I look like a college prick going for an interview.
Lexi is at the gate speaking to Smoke, and I slow my bike until I’m beside her. “Fuck off,” I tell the prospect, and he rushes away.
Lexi glares at me. “That was rude.”
“I’m meeting a woman,” I begin, and her eyes widen. “And her family.” Her brows almost reach her hairline. “What do I talk about?”
“Erm, what do you know about them?”
“Nothing.”
“Ask questions.”
I give a nod. “Okay.”
“But not like you’re interrogating them. Maybe things like what they do for a living and ask if they enjoy it.”
“Why?”
She stares at me for a second, and when she realises I’m asking a serious question, her frown returns. “Because it’s polite to show an interest.”
“Even though I’m not interested?”
She smirks. “Yes. Pretend you are.” She straitens the collar on my plain leather jacket and brushes her hand over my half-zip. “You look smart. I like it.”
“Is it too much?”
“No, it’s perfect.”
“Get over here so I can cut your hand off,” Axel barks from the doorway of the clubhouse.
I grin, and Lexi rolls her eyes. “Don’t curse,” she whispers, “and always take the offer of a drink. It’s seen as impolite to refuse.”
I give a nod. “Thanks, Lex.”
