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“Youhavethemostamazing legs,” Sackett said to the woman who’d come into Drifters and ordered a drink.From the halter top that barely covered her tits and the tiny shorts she wore, he guessed she was looking for a ride, and he wouldn’t mind getting his dick wet.“Mind if I see how they fit?”
“Fit?”She looked at him like he’d lost his mind, and maybe he had, but he was committed now.He couldn’t give up.“Where do you want to see if they fit?”
“Around my head.I bet they’d make amazing earmuffs.”He grinned, hoping she wouldn’t be pissed enough that she threw her drink in his face.It wouldn’t be the first time, but the whisky she was drinking burned if it got in your eyes.He knew from experience.
Her mouth felt open, and she stared at him as if he’d grown another head.
“Do stupid lines like that work for you?”
Her disbelief was clear, but she hadn’t gotten up or walked away yet, so he might as well keep going.Right now, he figured he had a fifty/fifty shot, which was better than if he gave up.
“More often than not, or I wouldn’t keep using them.And yes, I know how bad they are.Sometimes, that’s the appeal.I’ve had more than one person tell me they were turned on by the confidence it took to say something like that with a straight face.”
She blinked several times, then shook her head.“I will never stop being surprised by some people’s choices.”She leaned back and took him in, her eyes raking down his body, pausing here and there before coming back up to his face.“You look like you might be at least a halfway decent ride.Let’s see how I feel about it once I finish my drink.”She turned back to face the bar, picked up her glass, and took a sip.
She seemed to be in no hurry.He didn’t mind, he could watch her for a bit, and enjoy it, whether or not things went any farther, he’d enjoy that.
His phone vibrated in his kutte pocket.Pulling it out, he saw it was Savage.
“Hey, brother, what’s up?”Sackett said as he answered the phone.
“I need some help.”
“Sure.If I can do it, you got it.What do you need?”
Savage sighed, the sound carrying across the line.“I need you to go with Donna to the attorney’s office.It’s the only appointment time she could get, and I can’t take her, not right then.”
“Sure, but are you sure you don’t want me to take your place doing whatever else instead?”
“I wish.It’s something I have to do.The visit to the attorney shouldn’t be much.We’ve met with her several times already, but Donna needs to go in and sign some paperwork so the attorney can deliver it in person to the judge next week.It shouldn’t take more than a half hour or so and shouldn’t be bad.”
“No problem.When’s the appointment?”
The line went silent for a couple of heartbeats.
“In an hour and a half, sorry.I planned to go, but I got hung up with something for the club.”
“Which is why you can’t make it.I get it.”He looked down at the half full bottle in his hand and pushed it away.It was a good thing this was his first.He signaled the bartender and mouthed water at her.“Where’s Donna?I assume I need to pick her up?”
“She’s at our place.And yes, I planned on picking her up before the appointment.”
“All right.I’ll go pick her up.Just don’t make a habit of it.”
“I didn’t plan on it this time, but hopefully this should be over sooner rather than later, then it won’t be a concern any longer.”
Sackett could only hope.Savage promised to text him the address to the attorney’s office, then they rang off.The bartender handed him a bottle of water.Sackett twisted the top off and drained it in a few long swallows, recapping the empty bottle and putting it beside his discarded beer before turning to the girl beside him.
“Sorry, sweetheart, something’s come up and I’ve got to run.Maybe I’ll see you again and you’ll be up to letting me try that fit.”He gave her a smile that had half the women he used it on dropping their panties faster than he could say whiplash, as he slid off the stool and headed for the door without waiting for her reply.
He winced as the heat slapped him in the face as soon as he stepped outside, but went to his bike anyway.He wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible, but he wasn’t going to attempt to put one of his brothers’ women on the back of his bike, so he headed to the clubhouse first.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled his truck up at the small house Savage had rented shortly after he’d arrived in Tucson, and had moved Donna into it when they’d gotten back from Wyoming a few weeks ago.He had barely made it around the front of the truck when the tiny woman Savage had picked up on the ride north stepped out the front door, one strap on a backpack hanging off one shoulder as she turned around and locked the door, then turned to face him.
“Thanks for this,” Donna said with a small smile.“I told him I could go on my own, but he said he’d make sure I wasn’t alone.”She lifted her shoulders and let them drop, as if she didn’t know what else to do.
“No need for you to go alone.Savage has your back, so all the Souls have your back.”
