T.A. (Biker Bitches 6)

The women coming in the shop were regulars. T.A. was fixing them coffee when her cell phone rang.

Setting the cups down, she saw that is was Killyama calling.

“What’s Sex Piston doing? She’s not answering her phone?”

“She’s working on a customer. You want me to tell her to call you back when she’s finished?”

“Hand her the phone. I need to talk to her.”

T.A. walked to Sex Piston’s station. “Killy wants to talk to you.”

Sex Piston took the phone from her and put it to her ear, using her shoulder to hold it in place as she continued putting highlights in Gail’s hair.

“No shit?”

She was about to go back toward the counter when she heard the excitement in Sex Piston’s voice. Crazy Bitch stopped what she was doing to listen in too.

“What time?” she barked out. Her customer jumped in her chair at the suddenness of her shout. You could have heard a pin drop in the shop when Sex Piston handed her phone back.

“Well?” Crazy Bitch asked impatiently.

“Killy just invited us to a party tonight at the Last Riders.”

“Damn.” Crazy Bitch took her cell phone out of her smock. “Excuse me for a minute, Nora. I’ve got to call Calder.”

T.A. was excited, but she still had her doubts. “Do they know Killyama invited us?”

“I didn’t ask, and I don’t give a fuck. Bitches, we’re going to the ball.”

6

“Is she here, yet?”

Dalton looked over his shoulder as his son came to stand next to him at the bar in the Last Riders’ living room.

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been watching the door.”

Impassively, Dalton didn’t really care if T.A. was there or not and couldn’t understand why Dax was so anxious to meet her. Even his daughter had asked what his impression of the woman he had met at the Road Slayers’ clubhouse was. He was beginning to get the suspicious idea that they were trying to take his mind off his grief over Oceane by getting him interested in other women.

It wouldn’t work, but at least they weren’t asking him every two seconds if he had eaten, or if he was getting enough sleep. He had never been the overprotective parent; Oceane had taken that role. That they were now forcing the same overprotection on him had him chafing to disappear again. He really didn’t want to do that to Dax and Grace, but he needed to mourn Oceane in his own way, just as he was letting them mourn their mother in their own way.

They had learnt to be overprotective from the best, and he didn’t see it ending anytime soon. At least not until they had something else to turn their attention to.

“What color hair does she have?” Dax asked, studying the large crowd in the room.

“Bleached blond.”

“Long or short?”

“Long. It came to the middle of her back.”

“How tall is she?”

Frowning heavily, he turned to face Dax at the barrage of questions. “I don’t remember.”

“She had to have at least come to your shoulders for her to get you in the nuts.”

The biker standing behind the bar raised a brow at Dax’s remark. It was the first expression that the dark-haired man had made since Grace had introduced Shade to him. Dalton was smart, experienced, and old enough to know when he was standing close to a stone-cold killer.

He had met three during his life: one when he had joined his first motorcycle club, the second one when he researched a movie he was producing, and the third one was when Shade had held his hand out to shake.

The empty soul staring back through clear blue eyes had the hair on the back of his neck standing. He wanted to get Grace and Dax and back the hell out of his house, until his wife had come down the steps, and he was introduced to Lily.

The gentle woman would have given Oceane a run for her money in the looks department. While Oceane was confident and sultry, Lily was shy and old-fashioned. Dalton made sure the handshake he gave Lily was brief before he moved away, turning his attention to the little boys who resembled their father.

Grace had fawned over the boys as if they were her own. He had actually been expecting Grace and Ice to have had one by now, or at least be expecting. But each time he mentioned grandchildren, Grace changed the subject.

He hadn’t wanted to pry into their private lives, but he was becoming curious why they hadn’t. He was looking forward to a grandbaby to spoil; not that he wanted to influence Grace either way, but he wouldn’t mind his daughter and son-in-law hitting him up for some babysitting. If they were thinking of starting a family, he would buy a home in the city they lived in, so he would be accessible and be able to get to know his first grandchild. He would have a frank talk with them both before deciding to search for homes.