“I’m driving!” I shout.
“Of course you are. Just take it easy there, hotrod. Let me lock up.”
I grin and turn the key. Damn, this car purrs. I can’t resist revving the engine. The neighbors probably hate me right now, but I don’t care. I am too damn excited.
The neighborhood our mint green cottage style house is in is very quiet. Safe. Not where you’d expect a MC Prez to live. We even have a white picket fence.
Danny climbs in the passenger side. “Buckle up,” he orders me.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Sara, you gotta take your safety seriously.”
“I know that. Calm down. Why did you get me this car if you don’t even trust me to drive it? Sheesh.” I shake my head and adjust the mirrors before backing down the driveway. “Where to?”
“Take a left at the end of the street. Then go straight until you see a sign for Billy’s BBQ.”
I follow Danny’s directions and we end up at a rib place. I’m not big on ribs but I won’t complain. There is no way I can protest when he just bought me a freaking badass new car. I knew I was going to get something but never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d buy me this car. I thought maybe a Chevy Malibu, but not a flipping Challenger.
Danny laces his fingers with mine as we walk into the restaurant.
The hostess leads us to a booth then leaves our silverware and menus on the table. I notice she puts them on opposite sides like she expects me to sit away from my man. I don’t think so. I slide in first and Danny scoots in, putting one of his arms around me, while sharing his menu with me.
“What’s good here?”
“I’m getting a rib dinner with fries. You’d probably enjoy the pulled pork sandwich.”
“Okay, I’ll have that with a side of fries and for my drink a Pepsi.”
A woman who looks to be around thirty comes to take our order and when she sees me with Danny, I don’t miss the frown that crosses her face.
“You want your usual, darlin’?” She winks at Danny. Winks at him like I am not even sitting her wearing his damn ring on my finger.
Bitch.
She doesn’t even ask me for my order. Danny has to give it to her.
When she walks away she is shaking her big fat ass like she is doing it just for Danny. My husband must be blind because he doesn’t even seem to notice. His full attention is on me.
“Do you want your usual, darlin’,” I mock.
“What’s that about?” He tugs on a strand of my hair.
“Ugh. Seriously. Does she wait on you a lot or something?”
He rolls his shoulder. “I guess. I come here twice a week.”
“Is the food what draws you in or the service,” I hiss.
“Back up from crazy town, woman. I come here because they have damn good ribs. And you haven’t been here to cook for me. I just wanted to take you out. Don’t be this way. You know I only have eyes for you.”
“I do know that, Danny, but I don’t think she does.” I point out after she brings out our food.
“You’re silly, baby. Ain’t nobody ever gonna make me ever even think about stepping out on you. I have all I will ever want and more with you.”
“I know that, I do. But if she winks at you again…” I hold up my fork and my knife. “I can’t be held responsible when I gouge out her eyes.”
Danny laughs, but I’m not playing. I will cut a bitch if she tries to make a pass at my man.