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“Don’t need a costume for that, either.”
“Gage!” She shouts in irritation. I chuckleand try to pull her back into my arms, but she swats my handaway.
“Oh! I could be Lady Death,” she exclaimsexcitedly.
“Who’s that?”
She reaches for her phone then straddles me.When she finds what she’s looking for, she turns the screen towardme. It’s a picture of a woman wearing nothing but a skimpy bikiniand thigh-high boots. She must have lost her mind.
“What makes you think I’d allow you to wearthat?”
“I can wear a skirt or some shorts…and I’dhave the cape.”
“No.Fuckno.”
“Fine. I’ll work on the costume, but it’ssettled.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. Deal with it.”
She settles next to me once more and I shakemy head in amusement. She really thinks she’s won. I’ll let herbelieve she has.
“Millie asked me to do face painting at herHalloween fair.”
“Yeah? The kids will love that. I’m trying tosee if I can get some of our other charters to come in and helpthis year.”
“Help with what?”
“Set-up. Whatever the hell I want them todo.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossy. But why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“I mean why would you get involved likethat?”
“Millie didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“I’m the sponsor. Have been since thebeginning.”
She rises up again and gives me anincredulous stare. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. I came up with the idea but knewpeople might not want to get involved because of the MC, so I madeMillie the face of the whole thing. It’s all my money, though.”
“Aww. Gage, that issosweet!”
She returns to my arms, dropping a kiss on mychest. There she goes with that damn word again. I amnot“sweet”. I need to change the subject.
“There’s a bike show in Atlanta this weekend.Wanna go with me?”
“Just us?”
“Most of the guys are going, some old ladies,probably some of the Hounds.”
“Lonnie?”
