loud squeal
pierces my ear. “When he dropped me off today, we were talking out
on the sidewalk. I think he was about to kiss me, but Bryce walked
out, and he was not happy.”
“ Who cares what Bryce thinks? Has he even met
Jase?”
“ No,” I reply, “but that’s not the point. The point is, Bryce
obviously isn’t ready to see me with a man.”
“Oh
please,” she scoffs. “Look, I love Bryce like he’s my own. You know
that. But Bryce isn’t ever going to be ready to see you with a man
because he’s never seen you with a
man. He needs to get over it and learn to share his mommy. It’s
different if he doesn’t like him because the guy’s an asshole or
something, but to not like him simply because you do? Well, that’s
just selfish.”
I chew my lip.
She’s right. It’s not that I’ve never dated since Bryce was born,
it’s more that I’d never let Bryce see me dating or meet my dates.
I have no intentions of introducing him to someone until I know
we’re serious. And so far, that hasn’t happened.
“ Look, Ellen. You’re a strong, successful woman. Not only
that, but you’re gorgeous. Any man that meets you is going to want
you. But Jase isn’t just any man. I saw the way he looked at you
that night in the bar. He likes you.”
I roll my
eyes. “Of course he likes me. We’re friends.”
“No, I
mean he likes you, likes
you. That man has no interest in being just friends. Let me ask you
a question.”
“ Okay.”
“ Do you like him?”
“ Of course I like him. He’s funny, he’s gorgeous, and he
smiles all the time. But he’s also a slut. I don’t like that part
about him. I have a son to raise, Julie. I don’t want to get caught
up in biker whore drama and regular STD exams.”
Julie laughs.
“Biker whore drama?”
“ I’m serious, Julie! The club has women that hang around at
the clubhouse, without any panties, waiting to “service” the guys.
It’s disgusting. Not only that, but they get all territorial if
someone like me comes around. Charlie and my friend Laynie have had
their share of biker whore drama. It’s a real thing.”
“ Whatever.” She chuckles. “You need to do what makes you
happy, Ellen. And if that means hooking up with Jase on occasion,
so be it. If that means a serious relationship with a sexy man
whose eyes scream “fuck me,” that’s even better. Either way, Bryce
doesn’t need to know the dirty details, and he doesn’t get a say.
He’s your kid. You’re his parent. Besides, Bryce isn’t going to be
around forever, you know. In about seven years, he’s going to go
off to college, meet some chick, and only be back for Thanksgiving
and Christmas. By then, your tits will be saggy and your pubes will
be grey. It’ll be too late to find a man then. You willing to take
that risk?”
“ My pubes will not be grey in seven years. Besides, I’ll shave
them off if they do.”
“ Whatever. Give that poor muscled biker a chance, okay? And
who knows, maybe he can take care of your little Paul problem. Make
him swim with the fishes.”
“ I think that’s what gangsters say, Jules, not
bikers.”
“ You get the picture.”
I can’t help
but laugh. “You’re an ass.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jase
I ’m leaning over
the partially built motor in the garage, wondering how the fuck I
didn’t know that Ellen had a kid, when Gunner walks in. He stands
in the doorway and looks around at the mess of parts lying all over
the floor. I put down my wrench and grab a rag, standing up as I
attempt to wipe some of the grease from my fingers.
I motion to
the floor. “It doesn’t look like much, but it won’t take long to
have this baby up and runnin’.”
He nods and
takes a step inside. “Looks like you’ve come a long way in just a
couple of days. Didn’t you just start this one?”
I look over at
him, surprised. I haven’t been keeping Gunner up to speed on my
work out here, intending to tell him when my quota was met so he
could see how
pierces my ear. “When he dropped me off today, we were talking out
on the sidewalk. I think he was about to kiss me, but Bryce walked
out, and he was not happy.”
“ Who cares what Bryce thinks? Has he even met
Jase?”
“ No,” I reply, “but that’s not the point. The point is, Bryce
obviously isn’t ready to see me with a man.”
“Oh
please,” she scoffs. “Look, I love Bryce like he’s my own. You know
that. But Bryce isn’t ever going to be ready to see you with a man
because he’s never seen you with a
man. He needs to get over it and learn to share his mommy. It’s
different if he doesn’t like him because the guy’s an asshole or
something, but to not like him simply because you do? Well, that’s
just selfish.”
I chew my lip.
She’s right. It’s not that I’ve never dated since Bryce was born,
it’s more that I’d never let Bryce see me dating or meet my dates.
I have no intentions of introducing him to someone until I know
we’re serious. And so far, that hasn’t happened.
“ Look, Ellen. You’re a strong, successful woman. Not only
that, but you’re gorgeous. Any man that meets you is going to want
you. But Jase isn’t just any man. I saw the way he looked at you
that night in the bar. He likes you.”
I roll my
eyes. “Of course he likes me. We’re friends.”
“No, I
mean he likes you, likes
you. That man has no interest in being just friends. Let me ask you
a question.”
“ Okay.”
“ Do you like him?”
“ Of course I like him. He’s funny, he’s gorgeous, and he
smiles all the time. But he’s also a slut. I don’t like that part
about him. I have a son to raise, Julie. I don’t want to get caught
up in biker whore drama and regular STD exams.”
Julie laughs.
“Biker whore drama?”
“ I’m serious, Julie! The club has women that hang around at
the clubhouse, without any panties, waiting to “service” the guys.
It’s disgusting. Not only that, but they get all territorial if
someone like me comes around. Charlie and my friend Laynie have had
their share of biker whore drama. It’s a real thing.”
“ Whatever.” She chuckles. “You need to do what makes you
happy, Ellen. And if that means hooking up with Jase on occasion,
so be it. If that means a serious relationship with a sexy man
whose eyes scream “fuck me,” that’s even better. Either way, Bryce
doesn’t need to know the dirty details, and he doesn’t get a say.
He’s your kid. You’re his parent. Besides, Bryce isn’t going to be
around forever, you know. In about seven years, he’s going to go
off to college, meet some chick, and only be back for Thanksgiving
and Christmas. By then, your tits will be saggy and your pubes will
be grey. It’ll be too late to find a man then. You willing to take
that risk?”
“ My pubes will not be grey in seven years. Besides, I’ll shave
them off if they do.”
“ Whatever. Give that poor muscled biker a chance, okay? And
who knows, maybe he can take care of your little Paul problem. Make
him swim with the fishes.”
“ I think that’s what gangsters say, Jules, not
bikers.”
“ You get the picture.”
I can’t help
but laugh. “You’re an ass.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jase
I ’m leaning over
the partially built motor in the garage, wondering how the fuck I
didn’t know that Ellen had a kid, when Gunner walks in. He stands
in the doorway and looks around at the mess of parts lying all over
the floor. I put down my wrench and grab a rag, standing up as I
attempt to wipe some of the grease from my fingers.
I motion to
the floor. “It doesn’t look like much, but it won’t take long to
have this baby up and runnin’.”
He nods and
takes a step inside. “Looks like you’ve come a long way in just a
couple of days. Didn’t you just start this one?”
I look over at
him, surprised. I haven’t been keeping Gunner up to speed on my
work out here, intending to tell him when my quota was met so he
could see how
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