“That’s a good one. You like cowboys? What is it with women and cowboys?”
Jessie just gave him a mystified shrug, hoping he wasn’t actually expecting her to explain it to him. He just grinned at her and winked.
“Bikers are better.”
He might be right about that, she had to admit silently in her head.
The van rocked as Yammer climbed out to fill the tank. She heard him unscrew the gas cap and then the nozzle clank as he jammed it into the tank.
Jess slowly undid her seatbelt and climbed out looking around, trying to find Ghost in all the bikes. She needed to go inside and pee.
She told Yammer where she was going, then headed across the lot. Halfway to the building she heard a sharp piercing whistle and looked to the right.
Ghost waved his arm in the air, motioning her over. She felt the eyes of a dozens bikers follow her as she made her way to him, still wearing her leather shorts and high-heeled ankle boots. She heard some catcalls and whistles, but she ignored them.
Ghost’s eyes skated down her as she reached him. He pushed his shades up on his head.
“Already checked inside. Only option in there are some pink sweatpants with Bootylicious written across the ass.” He shrugged with a grin. “Your call.”
She rolled her eyes. “Uh, no.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He glanced around at the area. “Maybe there’s a Farm and Fleet around we could check out.”
Shades, who was one pump over, hung his nozzle up and recapped his tank. “Not happening, bro. We’re not holding up a hundred bikes while you take your girl shopping.”
“She needs some jeans, Shades,” Ghost replied.
Shades eyes skated down her bare legs. “It’s seventy degrees. She’ll be fine. Won’t ya, darlin’?”
“I guess,” she answered.
“That’s the spirit,” Shades replied with a grin as he passed them on his way inside.
Ghost looked at her with a resigned expression. “Guess it’s back in the chaps for you.”
“I need to pee.”
He lifted his chin toward the building. “Make it quick, brat.”
She hurried inside.
When she came back out he held the chaps out to her and waited while she put them on, then he tossed her his leather jacket and a pair of riding glasses. “Here, take my extra pair. And the jacket will keep the wind off you if you need it or I can put it back in the saddlebag. But we probably won’t stop again for hours. Up to you.”
“I’ll take it.”
She slid it on.
“You should probably braid your hair,” he suggested, holding out a hair tie that he’d pulled off his handle bar.
She took it, shoved the arm of the sunglasses between her teeth and began to braid her hair while he stood there patiently waiting. When she was finished, he handed her a spare helmet he’d pulled out of his saddlebag and strapped it on her head.
“All set?”
She nodded.
He swung his leg over the bike, lifted it off its kickstand and fired it up. Then he motioned her to climb on behind him. When she was on, he rolled over and got in the line next to one of his brothers, who looked over and nodded to him, then smiled at her and winked.
She grinned back.