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Crazy B!tch (Biker Bitches 5)

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“No.”

“Then what’s to think about?” He placed his hand behind her neck, pulling her to his chest. “You want to call all the shots when we’re together, call them. I’m a big boy. I can take anything you want to dish out. You want to change the game we’re playing, change it. But we’re still going to be playing whatever you decide.”

“I knew if I put out, you’d be wanting it all the time until the next bitch comes along.”

“You don’t want to fuck, we don’t have to fuck. I just wanted to drink a couple of beers and dance with you for a while.”

“Did I say I didn’t want to fuck you again? Don’t put words in my mouth,” she snapped waspishly.

“You’re not making sense.”

“I got my period, okay?” she snarled. “I kept hoping I wasn’t, but it showed up before the dance class.”

“You didn’t text me because you were waiting to see if your period was going to start?” He tried not to laugh as he walked her to her car. “You want to go out and get a bite to eat before I go home?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“How about Taco Hut? They’re pretty good.”

“Hell no. Fat Louise burned me out of tacos. How about Charlie’s? He grills a mean burger.”

“I’ll follow you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips before opening her car door as her cell phone pinged. She opened it as she sat down behind the wheel.

He was getting ready to close the door back when she glared up at him.

“What did I do now?”

“You’re not chopping my cat’s balls off!”

14

The restaurant was so busy Crazy Bitch had to wait for a table, while Calder ordered their food. She had managed to find a booth before he carried their meals back.

Hungry, they ate the decked-out burgers without talking. She was only able to eat half of hers before giving up.

As Calder finished eating, she glanced around the restaurant, seeing the crowd was thinning out. Charlie’s was a hole in the wall that, unless you were looking for it, you would miss from the road. The locals swarmed there, and not because of the décor. It hadn’t been updated since it had opened when she was in high school, yet it was always packed. On game days, it was practically standing room with the customers watching the large-screen television on the side of wall she was facing. Tonight, Charlie had the local news playing with the sound turned down.

“I didn’t know you taught a dance class.”

She looked away from the television screen at his question. “Lily suckered me into volunteering. The girls are foster children. Lily teaches a group in Treepoint and bugged me until I volunteered to teach a class here. Dance classes can be expensive, and most foster parents don’t have the extra money to pay for them. It gives those in group homes a chance to get out and do something normal.”

“That’s cool. You’re good with them.”

She flushed at the compliment, shrugging it off. “I’m not that good. I’m not trained or anything. My mother took me to lessons a few times when she could get clean enough to pay for them. I always knew when she started using because she wouldn’t take me to class.”

“That must have sucked.”

“It did. I loved dancing. I never had enough real talent to do anything with it, but it was fun.”

“The girls seemed to be having fun tonight. You’re really good with them.”

Calder started placing their wrappers on the plastic tray to throw away. They were sliding out of the booth when her eyes were caught by a commercial that flashed across the television screen.

“Turn it up!” Crazy Bitch yelled, uncaring that everyone stared at her and that Calder nearly dropped the tray as he turned to see what she was pointing at.

“You must really want your teeth whitened if you’re excited about that sale.”

“Not the commercial,” she hissed, lowering her voice. “It switched before you turned around.”

She grabbed the tray out of his hands, hurriedly going to the trashcan to dump it. Then she grabbed his arm, rushing him out of the restaurant.

Once they were outside, she doubled over in laughter. “That… that son of a bitch!”

“You figured out the clue?”

“Yes, and anyone watching T.V. will, too. Greer made sure of it.” She straightened, forcing her laughter back. “It was a commercial for a rodeo!”

“A rodeo?”

She nodded. “The clue was cowboy casserole. What else could it be?”

Calder started laughing, too. “If I hadn’t already bet my bike, I would bet it on Viper wanting to kill Greer when he finds out.”

“Me, too,” she agreed. “I missed the end where it said the date and place.”

“It should be simple to google.”

As he took out his phone, she moved to the side to watch the results of the search.



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