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“Some of the chicks at the all-girls school were pretty wild. Are you one of them?” He laughed.
“I guess you’ll have to find out.”
“I’m up for that.”
Angie cleared her throat. “Did you go to an all-boys high school?”
“Fuck, no. That wasn’t my scene, but my brother did.”
“Actually, the nuns I had in grade school were nice.”
“Mine, not so much, but then I gave them a hard time.”
“No way. I can’t believethat.”
“Smartass.”
She chuckled slowly and warmly, reminding him of honey. He smiled.
“I better get back to work,” she said.
“Are you going to your aunt and uncle’s right from work?”
“Yeah, I like to help out my aunt. I want to ask you something.”
“Sure.”
“You and I have plans to go out on Saturday, but I was wondering if you’d like to go out tonight? I could meet you after dinner.”
“How about I follow you home from your aunt’s house, then I’ll take you for a ride on my bike. I don’t think either of us wants to be in a noisy bar tonight.”
“Okay, but I’m a little scared about the motorcycle thing.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you. Trust me.”
“All right, but is there room for negotiation?”
“Even if I said no, I don’t think that would stop you.”
“You’re right.” She chuckled again, and he inwardly groaned. “I better go. Damon, one of my co-workers, is a real pain in the butt and giving me the evil eye.”
“Call me when you’re ready to leave from your aunt and uncle’s.”
“I will. See you later.”
Crow slipped the phone back into his pocket and kicked at the dirt. A crazy mix of emotions tore through him: tenderness, possessiveness, and something else he didn’t want to acknowledge. Angie had him all twisted up inside, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it.
He pulled out a joint and lit it, hoping to take the edge off, then deeply inhaled and gazed up at the clouds drifting across the blue sky. Since his divorce, Crow had closed off his emotions, but Angie was slowly sneaking her way into his heart, and he didn’t know how to stop it.
He stubbed out the spent roach on the dirt, then texted Ink, telling him to head back to the clubhouse. Crow crossed the club’s parking lot. An entire shift at the pool hall would keep his mind off ofher. The last thing he wanted was to get in over his head—and too involved. One significant relationship had been enough for a lifetime.
He swung his leg over the motorcycle’s seat, switched on the ignition, and took off. The bike turned onto the old highway, and he pulled hard into the left lane and hammered it. The roar of the engine and the wind whipping past Crow’s ears drowned out everything as he flew down the road.
Freedom at last.
