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“We’re fine, thank you.”
I pulled my arm away, annoyed that she felt comfortable enough to touch me. I wasn’t a fan of people touching me.
“Well, it’s just…” the woman started, stepping closer to Callie, which made Harris walk over.
The woman’s eyes rounded. “He needs to leave; he’s making the other customers uncomfortable.”
I snorted, making a spectacle of her fear.
“Harris is a teddy bear; in fact, if you ask him nicely, I bet he’d even share his secret chicken and rice casserole recipe with you. He’s a fantastic chef.”
Not as talented in the baking area as Natty, but any chance Red could convince Harris to cook for us, we were all giddy and excited.
The store clerk paled as the beefy biker drew nearer.
“Please, you need to leave.”
Callie’s brows came together. “Are you serious? We haven’t done anything wrong.”
“We just don’t need your sort of trouble in here.”
I pointed between Callie and myself. “Our sort of trouble?”
The frail woman stood straighter. “Just the other week, there was an instance where one of you caught a journalist’s car on fire. It was completely unprovoked and outright criminal.”
My head was spinning. What was she talking about?
“There was nothing on the news about that,” I argued, flicking a quick gaze to Harris.
His stern expression hadn’t shifted, but my best friend’s face was suddenly a light pink color.
With a wrinkled finger pointed at Harris, the woman yelled, “Because they terrorize people and make sure nothing gets reported! My son is a part of the movement trying to get your kind out of Rose Ridge. It starts with us banning you from our stores.”
I started toward the woman, but Callie grabbed my arm.
“It’s not worth it, Laura.”
The clerk sucked in a sharp breath as she focused on me.
“I beg to differ. I think it would be totally worth it.”
Harris made a sound from behind us, and the woman started backing up as if we were going to hit her. I would never hurt someone, but I might make a mess out of her store to show her just how worth it I found it.
Callie pulled my arm, and I gave the woman one last look.
We pushed through the exit, and I was livid.
“What the hell is she talking about?” I peered back at the glass window where the clerk and others were huddled together as if they’d just been harassed or assaulted. Total and complete bullshit.
“Uh…you know about the bloggers or activists that are trying to get the club kicked out of the city?”
I nodded. “I heard them holding court over at The Drip.”
“Well, a few weeks back, Killian did a little demonstration for them in an effort to get their attention off Wes and me.”
Harris stood close with his arms crossed, a small smirk skirting his mouth.
“What sort of demonstration?” I thought about the folders I had sorted before being removed from the job. The images of said ‘demonstrations’ from the past. The burning, the explosions, and the murder.
