meeting with Sonny at eleven and was pacing the polished wood floors of the little rental house. The two cups of coffee I had already consumed were not helping my nerves at all. I was about to have brunch with one of the leaders of a notorious motorcycle gang—alone.
Well, not exactly alone. I had chosen a public place in the middle of the day. Not that I thought he was going to kidnap and murder me right there in the center of town or anything, but I didn’t want him to think I was easy. If he had me alone in a private place, according to his reputation, he might try to put the moves on me and I didn’t want that to happen…not just yet, anyway. I was playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. Renley and Beauford had told me about his many conquests and how he would screw anything with two legs and I didn’t want him to discard and discount me so quickly. If I played it too loose, I might wind up in a precarious situation. The goal was to gain his confidence and the only way I was going to do that was if I could get him to think of me as someone to respect. Someone he’d have to work hard to get.
After nearly wearing a hole in the flooring, it was finally time to leave for the coffee shop. I locked up the house and jumped on my bike. I pulled up in front of the coffee shop and parked along the side of the road.
No big surprise—it was eleven and Sonny wasn’t there yet. I ordered my favorite drink, a double-tall caramel macchiato and a vanilla scone, and sat down on one of the couches in the front of the coffee shop. After ten minutes had gone by, I started to worry that he had changed his mind or that maybe he was too drunk last night to remember making plans with me.
Just when I was about to give up and head back home, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle engine and turned to see Sonny parking his bike next to mine. His, I knew from my research and training, was a black-and-chrome Harley Davidson Fatboy with ape hangers—meaning, the handlebars were high up so that the driver has to reach up high to hold them. It was actually pretty awesome looking.
He walked into the coffee shop with his confident swagger and started looking around the café for me. I couldn’t help but acknowledge in my own mind that he was very good-looking and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the teeniest bit attracted to him, but it ended there. He was my mark. He was a convicted criminal and was accused of some pretty atrocious crimes, I reminded myself.
When he spotted me near the front window of the café, he turned and walked toward me with his notorious swagger. “Hey, Trish!” He nodded once and then plopped down on the sofa next to me. I had been expecting him to sit somewhere, I don’t know, not so close to me, but he was a little too close for my comfort. I scooted to my left just enough so I could see him better.
“I’m glad you actually came,” he said.
He was glad I actually came? He was the one that I expected would flake out and not show up. I mean, a coffee shop is not quite the typical hangout for a guy like Sonny. “Of course I came.” I batted my eyelashes at him a little and smiled. “What do you want to drink?” I asked, trying to get the waitress’s attention.
“No, that’s okay,” he said. “I don’t drink coffee.”
“Then why did you agree to meet me at a coffee shop?” I teased him.
“Baby, I’d meet you anywhere you asked me to.” He leaned over and put his arm behind me along the top of the couch.
“Whoa, now. Slow your roll, there, buddy. Remember, I said this was not a date,” I said with a smile on my face. I was still trying to play a little hard-to-get.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” He scooted a little further from me, to my relief. “But why won’t you go on a date with me?”
I had to feign ignorance. I couldn’t tell him that I knew of his reputation, since my story was that I was new to town.
“I don’t know. I’m just not really in a place where I could date
Well, not exactly alone. I had chosen a public place in the middle of the day. Not that I thought he was going to kidnap and murder me right there in the center of town or anything, but I didn’t want him to think I was easy. If he had me alone in a private place, according to his reputation, he might try to put the moves on me and I didn’t want that to happen…not just yet, anyway. I was playing a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. Renley and Beauford had told me about his many conquests and how he would screw anything with two legs and I didn’t want him to discard and discount me so quickly. If I played it too loose, I might wind up in a precarious situation. The goal was to gain his confidence and the only way I was going to do that was if I could get him to think of me as someone to respect. Someone he’d have to work hard to get.
After nearly wearing a hole in the flooring, it was finally time to leave for the coffee shop. I locked up the house and jumped on my bike. I pulled up in front of the coffee shop and parked along the side of the road.
No big surprise—it was eleven and Sonny wasn’t there yet. I ordered my favorite drink, a double-tall caramel macchiato and a vanilla scone, and sat down on one of the couches in the front of the coffee shop. After ten minutes had gone by, I started to worry that he had changed his mind or that maybe he was too drunk last night to remember making plans with me.
Just when I was about to give up and head back home, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle engine and turned to see Sonny parking his bike next to mine. His, I knew from my research and training, was a black-and-chrome Harley Davidson Fatboy with ape hangers—meaning, the handlebars were high up so that the driver has to reach up high to hold them. It was actually pretty awesome looking.
He walked into the coffee shop with his confident swagger and started looking around the café for me. I couldn’t help but acknowledge in my own mind that he was very good-looking and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the teeniest bit attracted to him, but it ended there. He was my mark. He was a convicted criminal and was accused of some pretty atrocious crimes, I reminded myself.
When he spotted me near the front window of the café, he turned and walked toward me with his notorious swagger. “Hey, Trish!” He nodded once and then plopped down on the sofa next to me. I had been expecting him to sit somewhere, I don’t know, not so close to me, but he was a little too close for my comfort. I scooted to my left just enough so I could see him better.
“I’m glad you actually came,” he said.
He was glad I actually came? He was the one that I expected would flake out and not show up. I mean, a coffee shop is not quite the typical hangout for a guy like Sonny. “Of course I came.” I batted my eyelashes at him a little and smiled. “What do you want to drink?” I asked, trying to get the waitress’s attention.
“No, that’s okay,” he said. “I don’t drink coffee.”
“Then why did you agree to meet me at a coffee shop?” I teased him.
“Baby, I’d meet you anywhere you asked me to.” He leaned over and put his arm behind me along the top of the couch.
“Whoa, now. Slow your roll, there, buddy. Remember, I said this was not a date,” I said with a smile on my face. I was still trying to play a little hard-to-get.
“Okay, okay. I get it.” He scooted a little further from me, to my relief. “But why won’t you go on a date with me?”
I had to feign ignorance. I couldn’t tell him that I knew of his reputation, since my story was that I was new to town.
“I don’t know. I’m just not really in a place where I could date
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