Page 24 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“Good guess. Thirty-one next month.”
I brush off the counter and hop up so I can sit down but still look out the window. “You should try to stay in touch, at least a little.”
“He invited me to his wedding. Can you fucking imagine?” Lash snorts.
He waves at all that is himself, like that’s supposed to help me understand. The shaved sides of his hair, the snake tattoo that crawls up the side of his head, gestures down over his biker jacket and down towards his motorcycle boots. “Can you imagine this at a fucking wedding? Me? Wearing a suit? His fiancée was probably feeling bad about taking up all the seats in the church. Our side doesn’t exactly have a lot to choose from. It’s like a box of chocolates, but most of them are filled with shit.”
I squint at him, trying to decide if he’s being serious or not. “I don’t know enough about your family to comment on that part, but you in a suit? You are on the internet right? People go absolutely feral over guys like you in suits.”
“I wouldn’t fucking know how to behave. I’d end up in a brawl at the reception or punch the first person who made a comment about me and Eric coming from trash. And that’s only if we make it that far and the church doesn’t burn down when I step inside.”
For someone that’s probably done things that would make me spontaneously combust, he’s remarkablyinnocent. “If you think that makes it less attractive, you’re crazy. Besides, your club has a literal church and it appears to be standing.”
His smile is sinful. “Oh, baby. We havethoroughlydesecrated every inch of that place.”
“Just go. What do you have to lose?”
“Hours of my time.”
“Do it for me then. I’d give anything for another chance to see Georgia happy, even if it meant making a fool of myself.” I meant to keep it light, but our eyes lock and I can tell it didn’t quite work.
“You want to bargain for it? What would I get in return?”
“I… It’s just a nice thing to do. I don’t really know what I have to offer.”
He pushes off of the sink and moves in front of me, pushing my legs apart to stand between my knees with his hands on my thighs. “I’d need a date. Or were you lying about how you think I’d look in a suit?”
Cocky bastard. “I said the internet would go feral, not me.”
“You keep telling yourself that, baby. It would make Eric so happy. To see his degenerate brother with such a nice,normalgirl.”
Considering everything they are helping me with, hesitating at being Lash’s date to a wedding feels like a strange line to draw. But this situation wasn’t planned. I woke up on Friday, and by Saturday I’d fallen into what feels like a made for TV crime movie. Agreeing to be his date means accepting that my connection to Lash won’t end when this does. That in one way or another, my future might have a lot of bikers in it.
He smirks. “Knew it.”
“Fine. I’ll go.”
His mossy eyes widen in surprise before he schools his expression. “Really?”
“Sure. It’s just a wedding, right? When is it? Do you know how formal it is? If it’s casual that’s not so bad, but if it’s black tie we’ll have to coordinate.”
“Shit. You mean it.”
“Of course I do,” I say smugly. It’s nice to not be the shocked one for a change.
“Alright, you know what? I’m up for a challenge. You’re on. It’s in April, spring wedding, so we have plenty of time to figure shit out.” He grins and leans a little closer. “Eric’s gonna shit his pants when I say yes, and you’re going to be the hottest woman there.”
“I doubt that.”
“Why? You planning on wearing your fucking work clothes? Baby, with that hair, that ass and your tits, it would take work to find something you don’t look good in.”
I should’ve known it wouldn’t take long before I was the speechless one again. “I’m not supposed to upstage the bride,” I finally manage to squeeze out.
“Then she better bring her fucking A game because that sounds like her problem, not yours.”
I have until April. “I’ll figure something out.”
“Deal.” He rests a hand on my collar and leans in.
