Page 34 of Twister's Salvation
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my wallet from under the bar.“I don’t know how long I’ll be.Make sure you call me if you need me.”
Britta waved me off.“I am not going to need you.The whole Badger football team could walk in the door, and I would still not call you.”
I laughed.“Yeah, because you’d be too busy to do anything but sling beers and cheese curds.”
She blew me a kiss and turned back to Tyson.
I stepped outside and paused, looking up at the sky.It was just after eight, and the sun was still hanging on.I took a deep breath and started walking down the street.
Never in a million years did I think this is what I’d be doing on a Thursday night.
“You have lost your mind, Tempi,” I muttered.
This was nuts.I should go back to the bar.Who did I think I was, just waltzing into the Saint’s Outlaws clubhouse?
I spotted two guys standing outside and stopped in my tracks.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered.
I was just about to turn around when I heard it.
“Tempi!”
Of course.Of coursehe would walk out right when I was ready to bolt.
He nodded to the guy next to him and made his way toward me.I didn’t move.
Twister looked like sin on two legs in his leather cut, white shirt stretched over his chest, jeans riding low on his hips, black motorcycle boots...drop-dead gorgeous didn’t even cut it.
His eyes roamed over me, and I felt the heat crawl up my neck.
“Where you headed, doll?”he asked and stopped just in front of me.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.I was stuck in place.
He didn’t wait for an answer.“Why don’t you come on in and check out the clubhouse?”
“Oh, uh, well, sure,” I said.
He grabbed my hand and led me forward.The outside of the building still looked mostly the same, but the inside...
He opened the door and pulled me in.
“Welcome to the Saint’s Outlaws, doll.”
The place was nearly finished.Exposed brick walls, polished floors, long wooden bar.A few guys sat at tables, nodding greetings.One guy gave me a two-finger salute from the pool table.
We walked through the common room, and Twister gave me the tour.Upstairs, he pointed to the bedrooms that still needed some work done, but they were totally livable.Downstairs, he showed me the rooms they were working on and something he called Church.
We ended up back at the bar.A guy with “Prospect” on his cut placed a beer in front of Twister.
“What can I get you?”the prospect asked.
“Uh, I’ll just have a Coke.Not really much of a drinker.”
He nodded.
“What’s your name?”I asked.
