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I wonder if there’s some kind of event happening in town tonight that drew in a crowd, but I don’t know what that could possibly be. I mean, this is Gering, Nebraska. Nothing ever happens here. That was why I settled in this place.
I spent the first two and a half years of my freedom bouncing around from town to town. I was too afraid to stay in one place for more than three months. The longer I did that though, the harder it got. Eventually, three months turned into four, then five, then six.
When I came across this little town, I found myself liking it more and more. So, I decided to stay. They’ll never find me here. Besides, I’m ready to run at a moment’s notice.
I have everything covered.
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The night was passing by in a blur. The diner stayed packed the entire time. Abby was in and out of Jason’s office. I’m starting to wonder if the man has a se.x addiction. It would explain a lot.
However, I’m growing more and more frustrated. I’ve had to stop Mary from interrupting them several times. If she does, she might get fired, and I don’t know if this job is worth it without her. Still, it’s getting old.
Does Jason not care about his business at least?
I was behind the counter wrapping up utensils and muttering under my breath about how much bullsh.it this was. The diner had cleared out some, but not enough for us to have a break. It’s well after 7 o’clock now too. The diner closes at 11 p.m. Only four more hours to go.
“Excuse me.”
I looked up at the polite, deep voice that was trying to get my connection. The first thing I noticed was his megawatt smile and then his bright blue eyes. The guy looked to be around my age and was leaning on the counter. His golden blonde hair was hanging down to his shoulders in a se.xy rugged kind of way. He was extremely attractive, and for a moment, I forgot how my mouth worked.
“Uh…” I mumbled lamely.
The guy smirked at me.
“Sorry to bother you while you’re so busy,” he said politely. “Came in here and sat in my girl’s section, but I ain’t seen her. She’s here, right? I didn’t get her schedule wrong? Her name is Abby.”
My eyebrows shot up at that.
No wonder why Mary was so shocked. Abby isn’t an ugly girl by any means, but this man is a god. What the hell is he doing with someone like Abby?
As if my brain was working in slow motion, another thought dawned on me. Mary also said he was part of an MC. For the first time, I noticed the cut he was wearing. The Devils MC with their logo on it. Right next to that is a patch that says: Treasurer.
“I’m not here to cause trouble,” he said quickly, noticing me staring at his cut.
I shrugged and looked back down at what I was doing.
“Didn’t think you were,” I replied.
“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully.
I was too afraid to look at his face in fear that he might see something in me. Like that, I was familiar with his world. I don’t remember anyone ever saying anything about The Devils, but I don’t want to get involved with bikers. Or anyone for that matter.
“So… my girl?” he asked after a silent moment.
Before I could reply, Mary came stomping up next to me.
“Are you trying to pay? Most customers let us do the walking,” she joked.
“Ah, no, haven’t ordered yet actually,” he replied.
“Right, because you’re sitting in Abby’s section,” she grumbled under her breath, but it was apparently loud enough for him to hear.
“So she is here!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands out before resting them on the counter. “Where is she? She on break or something?”
Mary stared at him like he was some kind of puzzle she was trying to solve. I know that she recognizes him as Abby’s boyfriend. I tried to mind my own business, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love what was happening. Mary is about to blow a gasket, and as much as I hate to see her so worked up, I love it at the same time.
“Oh, you want me to take you to her?” Mary asked sweetly.
Wait, what?
“Mary,” I scolded her quietly.
Mary met my eyes, but hers were full of defiance. She wasn’t going to listen to me. Bad idea or not, when Mary was fed up with something, she was fed up. And tonight, I kind of agreed with her.
“He deserves to know anyway,” she whispered to me.
I looked back at the guy who was still watching us. He clearly heard everything, but that smile was still on his face. He seems so upbeat and… nice.
“Why are you even with her?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and his eyes hardened.
“What’s that supposed to mean? ‘Cause she’s a waitress, and I’m a biker? You think she works too hard for me, or that I’ll bring her down or something?” he spat. “Don’t be jealous, sweetheart. It’s not a good look.”
Now it was my turn to be surprised.
“Jealous!?” Mary practically screamed, more offended than I was.
Before he could reply, I busted out in laughter. It started as a sputtering of noises until I was bent over holding my belly. I couldn’t help it, and it had been so long since I laughed like that.
“It wasn’t that fu.cking funny,” the guy muttered.
“Actually, it was,” Mary replied. “Because jealous is the last thing we are of Abby.”
Just then, the door to Jason’s office opened. We heard Abby giggling, followed by hushed tones. Speak of the devil and she shall appear.
From this spot, the biker guy has a clear view of whatever is happening. My back is to them, but based off of past experiences, they’re probably all over each other still. The way the biker just tensed tells me that’s most likely what’s happening. His jaw is ticking, and he looks moments away from storming back there.
“I can give you his home address if you want,” Mary said excitedly. “He has a wife.”
“Nah, fu.ck that sh.it. That bit.ch ain’t worth it,” he grumbled.
