the serving tray above the heads of
those seated, and worked her way to the other side of the room.
"Here are your
drinks. Let me know if you need anything else." She unloaded her tray, smiled
at the two customers, and headed back to the counter.
Bruce stood at the
tap, filling mugs, and sliding the drinks down the bar. She set her tray in the
basket and picked up a wet towel to mop up spills left over from the frenzy of
filling orders.
"Hey gorgeous,
are the rumors true?" Stan leaned over the bar and wiggled his bushy black
brows. "Or is there still time for you and me to get down and dirty?"
Taylor grinned
without answering after seeing Slade approach an unsuspecting Stan from behind.
"You get down or dirty with my woman, and you'll hit the ground, ass
first," Slade said.
"Jesus
Christ." Stan swiveled around. "I thought you were working. Thanks to
you, all the damn women are taken around here. Who am I going to dream about
over a beer?"
Ginger passed by
and slapped Stan upside the head, knocking his cap off. "You blind?"
Stan stood and
followed Ginger, trying to get back on her good side with compliments and
apologies. Taylor laughed and moved closer to Slade.
He sat down on the
empty bar stool Stan left and put his elbows on the counter. "Come
here."
She stretched over
the bar, and he kissed her. The taste of beer and heat swirled around her
stomach, and she sighed happily.
Slade held her
close. "Almost done?"
"I get off in
a half hour." She kissed him again. "How did the run go?"
"Fine. I came
in to meet Raul and let him know what's going on." He motioned for Bruce
to bring him a beer. "Los Li stayed in Los Angeles last night. We sent three
riders down to watch their progress. Looks like they'll be hitting Pitnam on
the weekend. I wish I could get the kids to the club and put them in lockdown.
I sent a message through my lawyer to Jodie, but she's never taken anything
that has to do with club business seriously."
"Hang on a
minute." Taylor took the tray from Bruce and delivered the drinks to table
two, and hurrying back to Slade. "I have twenty grand in my savings
account. Let's hire someone new, and go back in front of the judge. Maybe a new
lawyer can speed things up. I mean, not fast enough to get the kids in
lockdown, but at least it'd be progress."
Slade's mouth
hardened and he looked away from her. She stepped over, forcing him to look at
her. "I'm serious. We'll bring more witnesses. I'll tell them what I've
viewed first hand and how Jodie's neglect has affected the kids."
He stood.
"No."
"Think about
it." She lowered her voice. "I want to help."
Slade's eyes
darkened and his lips thinned. "Stay out of it, Taylor."
"But we can't
give up," she said.
He leaned over and
got in her face. "I don't give up. Those are my kids, and I'll take
care of them my way. End of discussion. If you want to talk so much,
then you can explain why you're ignoring how you bitched me out for marrying
you because of my kids. You seem to want to ignore talking to me about
what you meant yesterday when you threw that in my face before I returned the
kids to my ex. That shit isn't going to fly and the faster you learn that, you
can stop trying to buy your way into my life. You're my old lady. Get
used to it."
"Slade…"
She clamped her lips shut.
"You heard me.
There's nothing else you can do." He rocked back on the heels of his
boots. "I'll be outside talking to Raul. When you get off work, find me,
and we'll ride home."
"I can't
believe you went there," she mumbled.
He turned and
walked away from her. Without thinking, she picked up the wet towel and threw
it at his back. The slap against the back of his vest as she hit her mark
silenced the whole bar.
Slade's head tilted
to the side, and he slowly turned around making her angrier at his stupid
self-control. Fear loosened her tongue. "I'm good enough to have sex with
for two years when nobody knows about it, but not good enough to have any input
on our
those seated, and worked her way to the other side of the room.
"Here are your
drinks. Let me know if you need anything else." She unloaded her tray, smiled
at the two customers, and headed back to the counter.
Bruce stood at the
tap, filling mugs, and sliding the drinks down the bar. She set her tray in the
basket and picked up a wet towel to mop up spills left over from the frenzy of
filling orders.
"Hey gorgeous,
are the rumors true?" Stan leaned over the bar and wiggled his bushy black
brows. "Or is there still time for you and me to get down and dirty?"
Taylor grinned
without answering after seeing Slade approach an unsuspecting Stan from behind.
"You get down or dirty with my woman, and you'll hit the ground, ass
first," Slade said.
"Jesus
Christ." Stan swiveled around. "I thought you were working. Thanks to
you, all the damn women are taken around here. Who am I going to dream about
over a beer?"
Ginger passed by
and slapped Stan upside the head, knocking his cap off. "You blind?"
Stan stood and
followed Ginger, trying to get back on her good side with compliments and
apologies. Taylor laughed and moved closer to Slade.
He sat down on the
empty bar stool Stan left and put his elbows on the counter. "Come
here."
She stretched over
the bar, and he kissed her. The taste of beer and heat swirled around her
stomach, and she sighed happily.
Slade held her
close. "Almost done?"
"I get off in
a half hour." She kissed him again. "How did the run go?"
"Fine. I came
in to meet Raul and let him know what's going on." He motioned for Bruce
to bring him a beer. "Los Li stayed in Los Angeles last night. We sent three
riders down to watch their progress. Looks like they'll be hitting Pitnam on
the weekend. I wish I could get the kids to the club and put them in lockdown.
I sent a message through my lawyer to Jodie, but she's never taken anything
that has to do with club business seriously."
"Hang on a
minute." Taylor took the tray from Bruce and delivered the drinks to table
two, and hurrying back to Slade. "I have twenty grand in my savings
account. Let's hire someone new, and go back in front of the judge. Maybe a new
lawyer can speed things up. I mean, not fast enough to get the kids in
lockdown, but at least it'd be progress."
Slade's mouth
hardened and he looked away from her. She stepped over, forcing him to look at
her. "I'm serious. We'll bring more witnesses. I'll tell them what I've
viewed first hand and how Jodie's neglect has affected the kids."
He stood.
"No."
"Think about
it." She lowered her voice. "I want to help."
Slade's eyes
darkened and his lips thinned. "Stay out of it, Taylor."
"But we can't
give up," she said.
He leaned over and
got in her face. "I don't give up. Those are my kids, and I'll take
care of them my way. End of discussion. If you want to talk so much,
then you can explain why you're ignoring how you bitched me out for marrying
you because of my kids. You seem to want to ignore talking to me about
what you meant yesterday when you threw that in my face before I returned the
kids to my ex. That shit isn't going to fly and the faster you learn that, you
can stop trying to buy your way into my life. You're my old lady. Get
used to it."
"Slade…"
She clamped her lips shut.
"You heard me.
There's nothing else you can do." He rocked back on the heels of his
boots. "I'll be outside talking to Raul. When you get off work, find me,
and we'll ride home."
"I can't
believe you went there," she mumbled.
He turned and
walked away from her. Without thinking, she picked up the wet towel and threw
it at his back. The slap against the back of his vest as she hit her mark
silenced the whole bar.
Slade's head tilted
to the side, and he slowly turned around making her angrier at his stupid
self-control. Fear loosened her tongue. "I'm good enough to have sex with
for two years when nobody knows about it, but not good enough to have any input
on our
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