motorcycles. Maggie frowned at Ash and moved forward. She squinted in the dim light and leaned in close to the picture. Maggie moved her eyes across the picture focusing on one figure after another. All she saw were a bunch of old grisly dudes with long hair and beards. What the hell was she doing in this shitty bar, with this creepy guy, looking at this picture of a bunch of old rough necks?
“Ok. I’m going to ask this again, and I’d appreciate a more direct answer. Do you think you can manage that? What. Are. We. Doing. Here?” At the end of her rope Maggie enunciated each word trying to emphasize the frustration and annoyance she was feeling.
“I’m trying to show you how I know your name, and why your father was able to ask a favor of this club. If you don’t recognize any of the faces, why don’t you check out the names on the plaque?” Ash gestured to the list of names on the metal plaque affixed to the frame. As she skimmed the names the fourth one jumped out at her. Seamus Quirke. Her eyes darted to the face fourth from the left.
“Oh my God.” Maggie’s breath left her body in a rush. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut. She turned and looked at Ash who stood leaning his shoulder against the wall with his hands in his pockets watching her. Maggie took a step back, then turned and ran full tilt for the door.
Chapter 7
ASH
Ash stood for a solid minute watching Maggie’s retreating back. It was difficult to surprise Ash. He tended to be a bit cynical about life in general. Shit he’d definitely seen enough to deserve that cynicism. Maggie had done nothing but surprise him since the moment she opened her mouth at the dojo. The very fact she was even taking classes there was enough to peek his curiosity. Maybe she wasn’t as helpless as he’d initially thought. At least she was taking some measure to try to protect herself, and she was definitely observant. He’d been careful to not let her see him over the past few weeks.
He pushed off the wall and walked up to the front of the bar ignoring the stares from the other club members along the way. It wasn’t often a strange woman came in the bar, let alone with Ash, and then ran like a bat out of hell.
Ash pushed open the door and stepped outside to find Maggie bent over, hands on her knees, taking deep lungful’s of air as if she were trying not to vomit.
“You ok?”
Maggie swallowed a few times before standing up; eyes closed, and lifted a hand with her index finger pointed up in a ‘one minute’ gesture. “Yeah. I just need a second.”
“Take all the time you need.” Ash walked over to his bike so he could see her face and sat at the edge of his seat. While she stood there with her eyes closed he took the opportunity to scrutinize her a little more closely. She wore black yoga pants that hugged her hips and thighs and a tank top. This was the clearest he’d ever seen her figure and he was not disappointed. For Ash this was the perfect figure for a woman; full heavy breasts, soft round belly with a slight pudge, thick thighs, and a round ass. Most would describe Maggie as overweight, but Ash thought she was perfect. Once again her hair was up in a tight high bun. He wanted nothing more than to walk behind her, run his hands from her shoulders to her hips, and push his nose into her neck.
Finally Maggie opened her eyes and looked at Ash. He could only assume her frown was initiated by the heavy lidded look in his eyes. Her hands went automatically to her hips. Which of course just drew Ash’s attention there.
“So obviously my father was at some point in his youth involved with this club. That’s a given, I get it. But, he couldn’t have been involved for a while now. I mean my mother passed when I was fairly young. For nearly eight years of my life it was just the two of us before I went to college. I would have known if he was involved in any extracurricular activities ” Maggie aloud her
“Ok. I’m going to ask this again, and I’d appreciate a more direct answer. Do you think you can manage that? What. Are. We. Doing. Here?” At the end of her rope Maggie enunciated each word trying to emphasize the frustration and annoyance she was feeling.
“I’m trying to show you how I know your name, and why your father was able to ask a favor of this club. If you don’t recognize any of the faces, why don’t you check out the names on the plaque?” Ash gestured to the list of names on the metal plaque affixed to the frame. As she skimmed the names the fourth one jumped out at her. Seamus Quirke. Her eyes darted to the face fourth from the left.
“Oh my God.” Maggie’s breath left her body in a rush. She felt like she’d been punched in the gut. She turned and looked at Ash who stood leaning his shoulder against the wall with his hands in his pockets watching her. Maggie took a step back, then turned and ran full tilt for the door.
Chapter 7
ASH
Ash stood for a solid minute watching Maggie’s retreating back. It was difficult to surprise Ash. He tended to be a bit cynical about life in general. Shit he’d definitely seen enough to deserve that cynicism. Maggie had done nothing but surprise him since the moment she opened her mouth at the dojo. The very fact she was even taking classes there was enough to peek his curiosity. Maybe she wasn’t as helpless as he’d initially thought. At least she was taking some measure to try to protect herself, and she was definitely observant. He’d been careful to not let her see him over the past few weeks.
He pushed off the wall and walked up to the front of the bar ignoring the stares from the other club members along the way. It wasn’t often a strange woman came in the bar, let alone with Ash, and then ran like a bat out of hell.
Ash pushed open the door and stepped outside to find Maggie bent over, hands on her knees, taking deep lungful’s of air as if she were trying not to vomit.
“You ok?”
Maggie swallowed a few times before standing up; eyes closed, and lifted a hand with her index finger pointed up in a ‘one minute’ gesture. “Yeah. I just need a second.”
“Take all the time you need.” Ash walked over to his bike so he could see her face and sat at the edge of his seat. While she stood there with her eyes closed he took the opportunity to scrutinize her a little more closely. She wore black yoga pants that hugged her hips and thighs and a tank top. This was the clearest he’d ever seen her figure and he was not disappointed. For Ash this was the perfect figure for a woman; full heavy breasts, soft round belly with a slight pudge, thick thighs, and a round ass. Most would describe Maggie as overweight, but Ash thought she was perfect. Once again her hair was up in a tight high bun. He wanted nothing more than to walk behind her, run his hands from her shoulders to her hips, and push his nose into her neck.
Finally Maggie opened her eyes and looked at Ash. He could only assume her frown was initiated by the heavy lidded look in his eyes. Her hands went automatically to her hips. Which of course just drew Ash’s attention there.
“So obviously my father was at some point in his youth involved with this club. That’s a given, I get it. But, he couldn’t have been involved for a while now. I mean my mother passed when I was fairly young. For nearly eight years of my life it was just the two of us before I went to college. I would have known if he was involved in any extracurricular activities ” Maggie aloud her
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