He was on his phone as I approached, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes swept over my body, lingering on my legs, and – good God – that felt good. I sat across from him just as he ended his call.
“Do you always wear the shortest shorts known to mankind?” he asked, placing his phone on the table.
“What? You don’t like them?” I asked with a teasing smile. The way he’d eyed my legs led me to believe he did like them, but a little flirting never hurt anyone.
Heat flashed in his eyes and he shifted forward in his seat. “Sweetheart, there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t like those shorts on you.”
His words hit my core, and I squeezed my legs together. Words failed me – not something I was used to. Thankfully, the waitress saved me when she brought some water to the table.
I poured myself a drink and took a gulp. Griff had flustered me, and I needed a moment. Hell, it felt like I needed a lot of moments when I was around him.
“You should try boxing,” he said, confusing me.
“What for?” I asked, taking another gulp of water.
“To unkink your knots. It’ll help.”
I placed my glass on the table. “I’ve seen the punching bags at the gym; maybe I’ll give it a go tomorrow.”
He stood, and disappointment spread through me. “Make sure you get a trainer to teach you proper technique,” he said as he grabbed his phone. “And next time, eat the chips, sweetheart. Life’s too fucking short not to eat the chips.”
I watched as he walked out of the diner, and when I saw him head to a motorcycle, I realised what Tommy had meant earlier. He’s a biker. It was written clearly on his vest – Storm Motorcycle Club. He hadn’t been wearing that vest the other times I’d spoken to him, and I’d been so busy making a fool of myself while he sat in front of me tonight that I had failed to take it in.
Well, shit. I’d never known a biker before. Didn’t bother me, though, especially because I’d seen the way Griff cared for his aunt. In my books, the way a person treated their family said more about them than any judgement handed down by society. I’d known people that society deemed upstanding citizens, but their behavior towards family behind closed doors painted a vastly different picture. Society’s opinion meant very little to me and could kiss my ass.
6
Griff
“Drinks are off tonight,” Scott said as I drank the remainder of my coffee. We were in the clubhouse kitchen going over our plans for the day.
“Yeah?”
Nodding, he confirmed, “Yeah. King’s ripped through the club and pissed a lot of the guys off so there have been a lot of cancellations for tonight. I figure there’s no point doing it with just a few of us. We’ll have to wait until we weed the assholes out. Maybe then we’ll have half a chance to start rebuilding¸ without anyone working against us.”
I rubbed the back of my neck and shoulders, trying to work the knots out that only seemed to get worse every day. “Makes sense.”
Scott’s brow furrowed. “You look even worse than you did the other day. You okay?”
I rinsed my mug and placed it in the dish rack. “I will be. Just got some stuff going on this week.”
“Not that we can really afford it, but do you need some time?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m good.”
He watched me thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. “Let me know if that changes.” He waited for my response and at my nod, he continued. “Will you be okay without me for a few hours later today? Harlow’s got an appointment with her doctor and I want to take her. She’s happy to go on her own but it’s important to me to be there if possible.”
“You go, brother. I’ll keep things ticking over here.”
“Thanks.” His shoulders relaxed a little and I wondered at the reason for his level of stress over her. Last I’d heard, they were doing better.
“Everything good with her?”
“I suggested she talk with her doctor about her depression. I mean, fuck, I don’t know if how she is would be classified as depression, but she’s not right. And I don’t think it can hurt to talk to someone about it and find out what her options are for treatment.”
“She took that okay?”
“Yeah, she’s let me back in so that makes shit easier.” He scrubbed his face before changing the subject. “You hear anything from Wilder about those two guys?”