Page 107 of Stitch
I watched him leave and turned back to Lissa.
“It makes us sound like old hags, right?”
She giggled, tossing her glossy red hair back and making a kissy face at me.
“We don’t look like them though, babe, so we’re all good. So how are things with you know who?”
I glanced around us, catching sight of Elise chatting quietly with Tori. I wasn’t sure where Has-Been was, but I was pretty sure wherever he was, his eyes were firmly on her.
“I have no idea, but they clearly both have strong feelings for each other, so I only hope they don’t get their hearts broken.”
Lissa watched Ice appear from somewhere and make a beeline for Reacher and Stitch, wiggling her fingers at him when he caught her eye. His lips twitched briefly, but he looked far too serious to smile.
“Guessing the whole serial rapist thing is keeping Ice busy right now?”
She nodded, keeping her eyes on him as he chatted urgently with both men, and they all headed back out of the bar.
“And that’s not a good sign, right? We’re all here, aren’t we? The womenfolk?”
Womenfolk? That made us sound ancient too!
“Yeah, I’ve got eyes on every old lady, babe. It’s scary though, right?”
“What’s scary? You ladies are looking foxy, by the way. Pity you’re both already inked up.” Micro leaned against the bar beside us, and nodded at Tommy.
“Get you both a drink?”
We both nodded, and Tommy got to work, while we fell silent in Micro’s presence. I had no idea why that was his name, because he was a big guy. Almost scary big, and a little predatory, especially considering we were old ladies of his brother bikers.
“We’re just girl talking, Micro. Pity about Jock, right?” Lissa was making an effort with him, but I was still pissed about him voting against me. Why would he vote against me when he didn’t know the first thing about me?
Finally, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut anymore. That’s the benefit and the curse when it comes to alcohol.
“So, why, Micro? You don’t like me or what?” He shared a confused look with Lissa as he passed our drinks to us.
“Why don’t I like you? I just hit on you, didn’t I?” I took the drink and then wondered why the hell I was trusting a guy who didn’t even like me to get me a drink. I set it on the bar, and turned back to glare at him.
“You voted against me, why?” He rolled his eyes, grabbing his own drink, which looked like something hard like whiskey or scotch.
“Seriously? It’s a fucking party, you can’t just enjoy that?”
“Not when you didn’t want me with your VP, no. You must have a problem with me, so let’s get it out in the open, right?”
Lissa rested her hand on my arm.
“It’s okay, babe. Why don’t we go and get some air.”
“I’m not fucking drunk, but I am pissed. At him. Specifically at him, because why would you even do that?”
Micro cursed, and pushed away from the bar.
“Fucking typical of women. You know what? This is a party, and I’m here to have fun, so if you just want to bitch at someone, find someone else. Honestly, I don’t like or hate you, I don’t even consider you either way. One more bitch to cause trouble, and I’m not interested in it.” He leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “You’re not even worth my time.”
I was shaking as he walked away, yelling out something to another biker, and dragging him into an armlock while they joked around. What the hell did he mean by that?
“What did he say?” Lissa looked worried, and tugged on my arm to draw my attention back.
“Oh, just more of the same crap.” For some reason I didn’t want to tell her, because surely I misunderstood him, right? Surely he was just sounding off because for some reason he didn’t want women around here, getting in the way of his fun with his brothers.
