“Crazy Bitch?” Beth asked, pleased.
The bottle Shade was lifting to his busted mouth froze. “That her name?”
“Yes.” Beth nodded.
“And you made frien—”
Razer cut him off. “Don’t go there; you won’t like the answer.”
Shade took a long drink of his beer before putting the bottle down carefully on the counter with a still shaking hand. All eyes were on him, tensely waiting, except Beth who was handing Train a paper towel to wipe the blood away from his dripping nose.
“I am going to bed.”
Beth nodded. “I’m sure you’ll feel much better after getting some sleep.”
Shade’s lips tightened into a thin line. Limping slowly to the doorway, he stopped by Beth, who looked up from holding pressure to Train’s nose. Razer, Cash, and Knox shifted unobtrusively closer to Beth.
“Is your sister like you?” Shade asked.
“No, we’re the complete opposite of each other.”
Thank God! Beth had managed to ignite a free-for-all between biker clubs, and those bitches weren’t done with them yet. They had threatened them all the way to their motorcycles.
“Good.” He continued to the doorway. He needed a shower.
“Everyone always assumed I was the troublemaker, but I was the one always having to get Lily out of some trouble she managed to get herself involved in before she went to college. Actually, her being away is giving me a break. Of course, I would never admit that to her.”
Shade’s shoulders slumped. Stopping by the counter full of liquor bottles that were used to restock the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey before leaving, his mind on car accidents, red panties, and long, black hair.
Chapter 13
Four Months Later…
Shade held his phone to his ear, listening to the ringing on the other end.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?”
“Why does anything have to be up for me to call? Can’t I call and check on my little sister?” Shade tried to insert warmth into his voice. His relationship with his younger half-sister was as close to normal as he was going to get.
A snort sounded through the line. Clearly, he hadn’t fooled her.
“How is school?”
“Good. Would have been better if Mom and Dad would actually let me go without having to live at home.” Penni hadn’t been able to come up with a valid argument for leaving home when they lived within a few miles of the University of Ohio.
“I could help convince them to let you go to an out of state college.”
“What’s the catch?” Suspicion laced her voice.
“It has to be the college of my choice.”
“What’s the name?” Penni asked excitedly.
“Breckinridge College.”
“Don’t recognize the name. Let me check it out on the web. Hang on.”
Before he could protest, the phone was set down. It didn’t take long before she came back on the line.
“No, thanks.” All excitement was gone from her voice.
“Come on, give it a chance.”
“No.”
His snort could be heard over the line this time. “What will it take?”#p#分页标题#e#
“A car, a generous allowance, and a vacation of my choice every summer.” Damn, the little vixen knew he could afford it, too.
“Okay. Do the paperwork. I’ll talk to the parents.”
“That’s not all.”
“Penni…” he warned.
“A reason?”
He stared across the church yard at Lily as she filled her plate with food. She was the only reason he had come to the lame Fourth of July picnic.
“Someone needs a friend.”
“Deal.”
Shade hung up the phone as Beth and Lily approached the picnic table he was sitting at, waiting for everyone to return from the buffet.
“Where’s Razer?” Beth asked.
“Getting the drinks.”
As the two women sat down on one side of the table with filled plates, Lily didn’t look any happier than before she had left the picnic table. She had spent the last hour trying unsuccessfully to convince Beth to let her switch colleges.
Razer set drinks in front of everyone before sitting down next to Beth, who promptly gave him her shoulder. Shade wondered why the blond was giving Razer a hard time now.
“How long you going to stay mad?” he asked, picking up his hamburger.
“At least past that date you had tatted on your razor knife.”
“Still can’t understand why you’re so mad. I thought it would make you happy,” Razer said in his own defense.
“Most women get engaged with a romantic dinner and a ring, not the guy pointing to a tattoo then saying ‘let’s do it’.”