Baby (Black Rebel Riders' MC) by Glenna Maynard

these back. He won't appreciate you sending his woman flowers." I reach him the bouquet of roses.
    "Now don't go hurting my feelings or lying to me, Baby. It doesn't suit you. I know and you know that you don't have a man. You aren't old enough yet to be branded, but I can be patient given the chance. Just give me thirty minutes and I give you my word I'll change your tire and I won't bother you again."
    "Alright, thirty minutes, I have to be somewhere and if I'm not on time they will know something is wrong." I tuck my phone in my bra for safekeeping. I don't trust this guy. 
    "You hungry?" He asks as I climb on the back of his motorcycle. Thank God, he isn't wearing his cut. If someone seen me getting on the back of a Rejects bike, I might as well be dead.
    "Starving," I reply wrapping my arms around his waist. I bury my head in the back of his shirt to keep from catching flies in my mouth. I don't usually ride without a brain bucket. Inhaling a deep breath I smell his cologne, Lucky smells good, he smells woodsy like a real man's man.  We come to a stop at the local dairy bar Grim used to bring me to as a kid.
    Pulling out my phone I set a timer, "Your time starts now, make it count." I smirk at him, knowing I am being a bit of a bitch.
    "You can't be serious," Lucky looks at me and for a moment I get lost in the abyss of his blue eyes. He runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "You going to pause that clock while I order our food or you going to count that against me too?" He walks away shaking his head, leaving me alone at the picnic tables.
    And here comes Trouble, literally.  Trouble pulls his car in a few spaces down and I try to hide behind my hair, but who I am I kidding, I am the only girl in this town with flaming red hair.  Right on cue Trouble comes over and takes up the seat next to me. "How's my favorite girl?" He smiles with a toothy grin.
    I hope Lucky takes one look at Trouble and keeps his distance until he is gone.  Trouble doesn't have a patch on his cut yet but you can still tell he rides under my father's command. "Good, just grabbing a bite before heading to Romeo and LL's to watch the kids. Date night, ya know."
    "I can come with and help ya with those little rascals."
    "Maybe next time. Okay?" Rising from my seat, I give Trouble a peck on the cheek and pretend I am leaving. "But you can stop by and collect your payment." I wink.
    "Hey, how you gettin' there, thought I seen you take your daddy's truck this morning. It break down on ya?"  Damn, why does everyone seem to know my business?
    "Caught a ride with a friend from school. I think she is in the bathroom."  Before Trouble can stop me again, I head into the bathroom and try to wait him out.  A few minutes later, I peek out of the bathroom door to see Lucky and Trouble standing toe to toe. What the fuck? Did they just fist bump as if they know each other?  This is not beneficial for Trouble; doesn't he know he is talking to a Reject? I watch as they talk, seems they know each other well. I wait until Trouble leaves before exiting the bathroom. As I am walking back to Lucky, he sends a text to my phone.
    Lucky: It's safe, you can come out now.
    "So, how do you know Trouble?"  I face Lucky, hands on my hips.
    Swiftly Lucky grabs my wrists and tugs me forward. "Nope, this is my time remember. You gave me thirty minutes. When I set a time for you, you will get to ask the questions." He smiles wickedly at me. Cocky asshole . But a good-looking one at that.
    "Fine." I look at the timer on my phone. "You have ten minutes left." I give him a pointed look and shove a french fry in my mouth.
    "We got off to a bad start that night I first saw you. I was drunk. I'm sorry I was such a dick to you. I'd like to make it up to you and take you out sometime. If you'd be willing to give me a chance." He blushes, oh my, he just fucking blushed and it is so sexy.
    "I'm not sure that would be smart for either of us." I brush his hair from his eyes forcing