“You got it, Oakie.”
Oakie and Spider said their goodbyes, the door slamming behind them, and left Saks alone with Luke.
Saks drank his beer, aware of Luke eyeing him. His boss looked like he was holding something back and Saks spotted mirth in Luke’s eyes. “You got something to say?”
“You, Saks, speeding?”
“You mean the Boy Scout of bikers?”
Luke shrugged.
“Happens,” Saks said. “I was trying to get back to work on time, and that’s what caused the problem.”
Luke’s eyes crinkled, and then his face registered concern. “You’ve been off your game, buddy.”
“Yeah,” Saks admitted with a sigh.
“Want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Fine.” Luke looked around the clubhouse. “Rob’s coming in this afternoon for a few hours. Show him around.”
“And where are you going to be?”
“There are some bikes I want to look at. So, you’ll be closing the shop, Mr. Manager.”
“Sure you can trust me?” Saks couldn’t believe Luke wasn’t going to drill him or give him shit. Just showed how much of a stand-up guy he was.
Luke shrugged. “Saks, it was one ticket. This is a small blip in the legal troubles of the club. If you play it right, Matt might be able to get the fine reduced like you said, or get the charge thrown out. You weren’t drinking and driving. You were being half an ass, but there’s a lot worse shit out there than passing someone on the road.”
“If it was only a speeding ticket, I'd pay it. It's the resisting charge that’s bullshit. However, it won’t be thrown out, I'm sure.”
“Let Matt do his shit. It’ll cost you, but luckily you just got a raise.” Luke tossed his coffee cup into the trashcan. “Drink up. I'll take you to your bike.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Okay, spill it,” Jessica demanded as she set a latte and a croissant on Chrissy’s desk. When Chrissy returned from lunch the day before, she was called into a meeting lasting all afternoon. Though Jessica waited for her, Chrissy had to run out the door to make the train back to Connecticut. So her assistant must have seethed all night, wondering about the results of Chrissy’s lunch with James Pearson.
“Spill what?” Chrissy said innocently.
“Don’t play with me, Christina Serafina,” Jessica said with a scowl. “What career opportunities did you dig up for us?”
“Really, you must stop riding my coattails,” Chrissy said evilly before she took a sip of her coffee.
“Me? If it wasn’t for me, you couldn’t keep your schedule straight or on task for your many projects.”
“All, sadly true. You did end up making me look better than I am. So much so that a rich industrialist offered me a salary of half a million dollars a year to do for him what you do for me.”
Jessica’s eyes immediately widened. “What?”
“Yup. But I turned him down.”
“WHAT?”
“Keep your voice down. People will think I’m beating you again.”
“Not that I don’t enjoy a good whipping, but are you freaking out of your mind?”