Page 18 of Silver Fox Daddies

Me: Hey, listen to me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. You have a beautiful body and should be proud of it.

Diesel shoots me a death glare.

“What?”

“Control your impulses.”

“It’s called a compliment.”

“Here.” Cash takes hold of the phone and starts typing.

Me: How would you like to meet up with us? I find face-to-face to be more effective. You can say no. It’s just a suggestion. Let’s speak about this in person.

Diesel and I share a look.

Way to kick things off, prospect.

I take the phone back. “What are you doing?”

“You’re too hesitant,” Cash says, eyeing Diesel. Then he turns to me. “And you’re too big for your boots, British guy. Cut to the chase. We all want to see her in person again.”

Diesel’s eyes fill with poison. “Keep your voice down.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, don’t just say.”

“We all met her yesterday,” Cash says. “All texted her last night. We’re in this together now. Besides, I don’t know what the big deal is. We’re meeting up to apologize. To begentlemen.”He turns to me. “That’s all.”

Sexy Librarian: No. I don’t wanna meet.

Diesel’s expression changes, but he rights himself when I turn his way.

“There. We have our answer now,” Cash says.

But we all continue staring at the phone.

It lights up again.

Sexy Librarian: That wouldn’t be a good idea.

I take back the phone.

Me: Why not?

I wait for the reply bubble to ripple, but it doesn’t. She’s read the message, but is choosing to ignore it. Maybe Cash is right about the ghosting.

Exhaling, I run a hand through my hair.

I can’t have her slip through my fingertips and be claimed by somebody else. We’ve only met briefly, but she’s mine.

“It’s how it’s supposed to be,” says Diesel, still staring at the phone.

He’s tense about Reaper Sons. Has been for some time. Diesel joined the club two years after me, so I’ve known him for the full twelve years he’s been here.

Not once has he been this tense.

The club has endured some hardships, men killed here and there, but I think this could be our biggest fight yet. Normally, we’re dealing with unpaid debts, degenerates that the wealthy in society pay us to sort out. It’s rare we ever come face-to-face with another motorcycle club.

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