“Fine, but it better be good,” she says before sticking her tongue out at me.
Within minutes, our food is on the table and we’re devouring it. When I notice that Jenna’s plate is nearly empty, I shoot her a big smile. “You still wanting that burger?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Nope, but I could still use a chocolate milk shake.”
I look back to her empty plate that just moments ago held enough food to feed a small army then throw my head back and laugh.
“You eat any more and you’ll bust a gut,” I say as I stand up and reach inside my jeans. I throw some cash on the table and motion for Jenna to follow me. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
CHAPTER Four
Jenna
I’m standing in front of my mirror, putting on make-up and thinking about Kidd. He’s taken me riding a few times over the last couple of weeks. Spending time with Kidd is awesome. I have so much fun; more fun than I’ve ever had before. We don’t do much other than go out to eat and ride around town on his bike, but it is still a blast. Just being with him is amazing. I only wish that he’d quit looking at me like a kid and see me for the woman I am. I know that most people wouldn’t consider a sixteen year old a woman, but I figure I’ve been through more than most grown-ups ever have.
I’ve just finished putting on my lipstick when Chipper walks into my room. “Are you ready yet?”
I lay my make-up bag on my dresser and turn to him. “I sure am.”
We’re heading over to the club house for their annual Easter egg hunt. When Mindy first told me about it, I was shocked. As far as I know, my Dad’s club never did anything with the families of their members, but Mindy says the Renegade Sons always make time for their families. They do Christmas parties, Thanksgiving dinners, Fourth of July cook outs, and even let the kids come to the clubhouse to trick-or-treat.
Chipper looks up and down my body, and then narrows his eyes at me. “Where the hell is the rest of your dress?”
I look down at my skirt and shake my head. What? I’m wearing a blue skirt that stops right above my knees and a white sweater that’s covered with small blue flowers. “What’s wrong with my skirt?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your skirt, hon.” Mindy says, as she walks into the room.
He turns to her and points to my legs. “It damn near shows her ass.”
She giggles back at his frustrated face, sounding like a school girl. “No, Dad. It doesn’t.”
Chipper starts to argue more, but Mindy narrows her eyes and quickly cuts him off. “She looks pretty as a picture, doesn’t she?”
He stares at Mindy for a few more seconds then turns back to me and pastes on a fake smile. “She sure does.”
“Then that’s all that matters. Our girl sure is a beauty, huh?”
Mindy walks over to me, grabs my hand, and leads me from the room. Chipper follows begrudgingly behind us, mumbling about his little girl flashing her legs. I look towards Mindy and see a smile cross her face. She leans towards me and whispers, “Don’t worry about him. He’s just worried that some of the guys will notice how beautiful you are, but you could be wearing his old Iron Maiden tee-shirt with baggy jeans, and they’d still notice you.”
I smile back at her then walk towards the door, not caring if any of the guys at the club look at me; which is a bold face lie, because I’m secretly hoping that Kidd notices me.
During the ride to the clubhouse, I imagine what his face will look like when he sees me. I know I might not compare to the other women in his life, but I think I look pretty exceptional today. I hope he thinks so too.
As soon as I get out of the car, I see Kidd. He’s sitting at one of the picnic tables with a blonde chick straddling his lap. Seeing him with her brings a rush of tears to my eyes. I turn away, hoping to wipe the evidence of my hurt away before anyone notices, but I know that I failed when I feel Mindy slide her arm around me. “Don’t let them see you cry, sweet pea. Wipe your eyes, put a smile on that pretty face of yours, and pretend it doesn’t matter.”
I lean into her, placing my head on shoulder. “It shouldn’t bother me.”
“Bullshit. You can’t control your feelings.”
I look towards her and smile sadly. “He thinks of me as his sister. Why can’t I think of him as a brother?”