Page 6 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
His words hit me in the gut like a ton of bricks. How could she give up on me when I didn’t know she liked me?
Yes, you did.
Lynx had even come with me a couple of times to “read the room” since I sucked at it. He’d told me,“She’s definitely into you.”
“Fine.” I took the note out of my pocket and the usual twenty-dollar bill, crumpled them in my hand, then slammed them on the counter. “Tell Trixie I won’t come anymore. Keep the change and you can throw that away.” I pointed at the note.
Snatching my bag of food, I stormed out of the building. Never again would I try to be normal with a chick. It was good I was in the MC and had club girls to be with.
No more complicating my life over a woman.
I’m done.
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Trixie
I read the note over and over, debating whether to go to the party or not. Last night, Papa had told me he felt bad for Brandon and thought I should know what happened, and that he appeared genuinely disappointed I hadn’t been working.
To say I was shocked was the understatement of the year.
I gazed at the crumpled note…
Hey, Trixie.
We’re having a Halloween party this Friday night at 8:00 pm. Do you want to come?
Zombie
His question repeated in my head.Do you want to come?Do you want to come?Do you want to come?
Was he asking me as a friend or to be his date?
I had to wonder if that was what he’d been trying to do Wednesday afternoon. It would make sense. He’d been more awkward than usual and lingered at the counter after he paid for his food, something he didn’t normally do. He was always quick to leave and never had much to say.
Of course, I knew about his club’s Halloween Bash. They’d been having it for as long as I could remember. But never in amillion years had I dreamed he would invite me to go to it, and with him.
A smile curled at the corners of my mouth and flutters appeared in my stomach as I made his Friday sandwich: chicken bacon ranch, minus the ranch and veggies, plus spicy mustard.
Brandon Adams liked me.
Until this note, I would have never known.
The sound of a motorcycle jerked me out of my silly musing. Brandon was here and I needed to finish his sandwich, so he didn’t get frustrated with me. The thing about Brandon I noticed a long time ago was he didn’t like it when his routine got derailed.
My heart pounded as I quickly wrapped up the foot-long hoagie and put it in a bag. The bell jingled a second later.I made it!
“Hi, Br—” I snapped my mouth shut when the guy strutting toward me was not Brandon Adams.
“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked. “I’m picking up a couple of orders.”
“Sure. What’s the name on the orders?” I gulped, finding it hard to breathe. I knew who he was but had never seen him up close. He sure as hell had never come into the deli.
“One is for Maddox. That’s me.” He flashed a heart-stopping smile most women would faint over, but the gesture didn’t have the same effect on me.
“And the other name?” I asked while checking the online order list beside the register. The rest were for women I was familiar with.
My gaze returned to Maddox, who was tall, dark and ridiculously handsome. He had the most intense gray eyes, like his uncle Storm. And he was wearing a leather vest to show he was a member of the Knight’s Legion MC.
