“You love me,” she singsongs.
“Yeah, yeah. Go be annoying at the bakery.”
“Pfft. Char loves having me around to annoy her.” Camreigh smiles and tosses some money on the table as she slides out of the booth. “We’ll catch up later when I get off work or should I say after you’ve gotten off Vegas style.”
All the color drains from my face when I glance up to see Vegas standing behind my bestie with Sawyer and holding a to go cup of coffee. Vegas is smirking at me, and I just want to dissolve into my seat.
“What would you know about getting off Vegas style?” Sawyer growls at her.
“Nothing yet. I’m waiting for Tina to tell me all about it once she finds out.” My bestie giggles then kisses her baby daddy on the cheek. “Walk me to work?”
“Come on.” He takes her hand in his. Camreigh smirks back at me over her shoulder then moves off with Sawyer asking him where Thea is.
“Good morning,” Vegas greets me. His voice is deep and smooth.
“Hi. I guess you heard all that huh?”
“Yup. Come on, Sweet Ass. Time to meet Gramps.”
“Right.” I suck in a breath and pay for my half of the breakfast bill. I follow Vegas outside to where his motorcycle is parked next to my car. He finishes his drink and tosses the cup in the trash.
“You wanna ride with me or follow behind me?”
I lick my lips. As tempting as another ride with him is, I need to collect myself after being mortified by him overhearing that I want to fuck him. “I’ll follow you.”
“Try to keep up,” he teases and puts on his helmet.
I get in my car and wait for him to pull out so I can get behind him.
My cell starts going off with a call from Matt. I should send him to voicemail, but we were together a long time. And it seems like he isn’t going to stop until he talks to me.
“Hello,” I answer on speakerphone.
“Where are you?”
“Why do you care?”
“Why are you acting this way? Who were you with last night?”
“We have nothing left to talk about, Matt? You don’t love me. Not like you should. I want you to go on with your life and find the person you belong with.”
“So that’s it? You went out and fucked the first guy you met.”
“If you really think that of me then you never knew me at all.”
“Come home. We can talk. You don’t sound like yourself, and I’m worried.”
I laugh. “Now you want to talk. It’s too late. I’m talked out. You had years to talk to me, Matt. All we ever did was talk. I’m tired of talking.” I gaze at the back of Vegas as he roars down the road in front of me looking like freedom. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to be just fine.”
“Tina!” He calls out my name, but I end the call. It’s time to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks and do what I want. Right now, I want to lose the old Tina and go fuck a biker named Vegas.
The rugged and sexy biker leads me to an older single-story farmhouse with white siding and black shutters. The front lawn is neatly landscaped. Yellow rose bushes hug the cement edges of the porch. A fat hound dog lays across the top step. A man I assume is Gramps is sitting in a rocking chair smoking from a pipe and reading a newspaper. Leaning next to him is a shotgun.
This should be interesting.
Chapter 6
—Vegas