Page 102 of Rider Daddies
Stealing his Corvette, which—by the way—is still parked up outside of the clubhouse, was the best rash decision I’ve ever made.
“A pint, please,” says a female voice.
I expect to see a clubhouse whore wearing the same teeny denim shorts as me since it appears to be the uniform here.
Wrong.
“Oh my god, Willow?”
I hate myself for sounding so shell-shocked.
This bitch doesn’t deserve to catch me off guard. I don’t care if she did me the biggest favor on earth—she still did it behind my back.
I drop my voice an octave. “Look what the cat dragged in.”
Willow doesn’t look pissed or sad. In fact, she doesn’t look anything. She stares at me with indifference.
And that only gets under my skin more.
It’s strange to see her like this. Her hair is always down, burned to a crisp by the same pair of straighteners she’s owned since Sophomore year.
It looks like she finally decided to ditch them.
“Now I see why you wear your hair down. It makes you look less like a boy.”
That might’ve been harsh, but I don’t take best friend betrayal lightly.
“I see you managed to scrub the dirt off your face,” I add.
Still no response.
I lean over the bar, arms crossed.
Did the guilt burn her vocal cords?
I sigh. “What are you doing here, Willow? Did Tristan drop you off?”
“We’re not together,” she says in the most plain-Jane voice ever.
Willow has never been a relationship kind of girl, so I didn’t expect her to announce exclusivity with Tristan.
Looking back, though, I should’ve expected the betrayal.
Willow liked to borrow my clothes and jewelry, so it doesn’t really surprise me that she “borrowed” my man too.
I can abstain from getting physical with her about that again, but if she intends to slide her tongue down one of the brothers’ throats, I might have to pay a visit to the ammo room.
“Anytime now would be great, Will.” I tilt my head. “What are you doing here? If you’re looking to steal something else of mine, I wish you good luck. The boys here are on the defense more times a day than you can pee.”
“I’m not here to steal your clothes.”
God, she’s not biting at all.
Which is unlike her.
The main reason Willow and I became best friends in the first place was because we were both hot-headed fire signs with big mouths.
There’s only been two occasions when I have seen this girl mute.
