Page 3 of Ball Buster

I suck in a breath and head out to my car, digging my phone out of my purse to text Millie that things are going okay. I text as I walk, not paying attention, catching my heel on a break in the pavement. My cell goes flying out of my hands landing face down with a heavy cracking sound.Shit.

At least I managed to keep my balance. With a silent prayer I bend to retrieve my phone finding the screen completely shattered. I’m sure I can find a cheap replacement to do me until I can afford a new one. I could kick myself for not getting the insurance added on to my plan.

I go to get in my car to wait for Solo and find that my heel broke.Great. Just what I need on top of destroying my phone. I kick my shoes off and pop my trunk. I deposit my ruined shoes next to my luggage and slip on my flats.

“You ready?”

“What are you some sort of biker ninja? Do you like sneaking up on people?”

“Someone’s cranky,” he says on a chuckle. “You hangry?”

Ugh. I scowl. “Just get on your bike so I can follow you.”

Chapter two

Vada

I get into my car and Solo pulls a leather vest out of his saddlebag. The back has a skull and crow on it with letters reading Black Rebel Riders’ MC. Guess he belongs to a club which goes with him owning a biker bar.

Which I guess I now I own half of unless I decide to sell to him. Which isn’t likely considering I don’t have a fallback plan. Like it or not Solo is stuck with me. Growing up I always wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. All this time I could have possibly experienced having that relationship. It pisses me off. What was so wrong with me that Les simply took off and had this whole other family. I mean judging by our ages this dude was first. But why didn’t he bring me with him or ever return? I can’t ask the man himself considering he’s dead. It is what it is I suppose. That’s what my mother always said about him not being present in my life. Not that she was any better. All my life she had a revolving door of boyfriends, always swearing that the next was the one. That she could feel it in her bones or whatever. All she was looking for was our next meal ticket. The next guy to cover our rent for the month.

Thank God for my best friend Millie and her parents. I practically lived at their house. So much so that they turned the home office into a guest room for me. Most nights I ate dinner at their house. It was Mrs. Jeffers who bought me pads when I got my period. It was Mr. Jeffers who taught me to drive when I obtained my learner permit.

They don’t exactly know that I’m not planning on coming back. For the first time in my life, I have something that’s mine. Well other than having to share with Solo. But still, I have a chance for a fresh start. Les may not have given me much, but he’s given me this. All I inherited from my mother was a nice ass. I park next to Solo at this Pizza Palace. I hope their food is decent. I’m starving. That small bag of chips didn’t do it for me.

I take one last look at my cracked all to hell screen and toss my worthless cell phone in the glovebox. I’m sure Solo can tell me where I can purchase a cheap replacement.

When I exit my car, he’s lighting up a cigarette. I scrunch my nose up.

“You can go on in and grab us a table I’ll be in after I smoke.”

“Smoking kills you know.”

“Aw you worry about me. That’s sweet.”

Ugh. As if. “Whatever. Kill your lungs. I don’t care.”

Inside I find a booth with a window that gives me a view of the parking lot. A waitress with the shortest pair of booty shorts I’ve ever laid eyes on approaches the table. “You ready to order or need a minute?”

“I’m waiting on someone, but I’ll take a menu and a Coke.”

Her gaze flicks to the window where Solo is leaning against my car on his cell still smoking his cigarette looking like a bad boy biker dream come true. Her cheeks bloom pink then her lips curve into a smirk like they share a secret and automatically I hate her. I know I shouldn’t. I have no business getting a twinge of annoyance at the thought they’ve been intimate or simply know each other. Neither are any of my business. I don’t even know the guy myself. I guess that’s why I’m here though. We’re going to be business partners and if we’re related that’s something else that I’ll need time to process.

“I’ll be back with your drink.” She hurries off to the counter where the register is along with the fountain drink machine.

I watch her out the corner of my eye. She keeps glancing to the door as though she’s watching for Solo to walk through it.

Whatever. If she wants to throw herself at him, who am I to stand in the way.

After what seems like forever, she brings my drink as Solo enters the establishment. I can’t seem to look away as this chick struts past him swinging her hips. As I suspected, his gaze cuts straight to her ass. Men are all the same in that respect.

My drink is sloshed onto the table without care, spilling out over the brim of the glass. The waitress doesn’t seem to even notice. No, she’s too busy batting her lashes at Solo.

“Hey,” she says all breathy in a sultry whisper.

“Get me a Coke.” He doesn’t acknowledge her and the second he sits without another word all that bubbly pep vanishes from her facial expression.

“Okay.”

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