In that moment, Grace didn’t know why, but everything just seemed to come together in her mind. She was going to get married to Drake, a member of the Dirty Fuckers MC, and she was in love with him.
Chapter Twelve
Three weeks later
Chloe was humming to herself as she cleaned away the table that the family had just vacated. Everything in her life was going great. She now had Grace’s room in the apartment. Grace had moved into the clubhouse, and was currently looking for a house or apartment with Drake. There were also all the plans of the wedding. Teri was baking up a storm in the kitchen, and with fall almost upon them, things were slowing down in the diner so there was more than enough time for Teri to bake. Grace had asked for Teri to bake her wedding cake.
Drake and Grace sat in the corner of the diner looking through wedding magazines. Grace wanted a church wedding, and Chloe was so damn happy as she’d been asked to be a bridesmaid.
Whistling to herself, she carried the plates into the kitchen, handing them to Daniel. The young man was still prospecting for the club, and was doing a good job. Chloe hadn’t gone back to the club apart from that one party three weeks ago. She hadn’t even slept with anyone that night either.
The club was changing, and more men were finding women of their own while she was left out in the cold. The man she wanted, she couldn’t have. It had been a long time since she’d seen Richard, and many of her nights were spent thinking about him. Even when she promised herself she wouldn’t give him a thought, she always did.
“Hey, Chloe,” Richard said, appearing as if he’d been reading her very thoughts. Spinning around, she saw him standing there, holding a briefcase.
“Richard, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“I wanted to see you.”
“Why?” She stared at him dressed in his business suit looking rather dashing. Arousal hit her instantly at the sight of him. He looked so handsome and sexy, and she knew exactly what those clothes hid.
Get a hold of yourself.
“I want to ask you out on a date.”
She stood up, giving Richard her full attention.
“I’m not sure I heard that properly.”
“You heard me properly.” Richard sighed. “I want to go on a date with you. I want to be with you, and get to know you.”
“You’re asking me out on a date?”
“Yes. I’m asking you out on a date, and it’s not to come to the diner. There’s this sweet little French restaurant, and I’d love for you to come with me.”
Chloe’s heart pounded as she stared at him. “A date.”
“Yes. I will pick you up around seven, and we’ll have some dinner, maybe go dancing, and then I’ll take you home afterward.”
“A proper date?”
“A proper date with no expectations.” He held his hand out. “I miss you, Chloe, and not just the sex. I miss you.”
Chloe stared down at his hand, and the temptation to put her hand in his was so strong. She kept her hands to herself. “I will accept your date. I won’t be fucking you or anything.”
Richard laughed. “I figured I’d have to work up to actually being with you.”
“Will you be coming to Drake and Grace’s wedding?” Chloe asked, needing to get onto a topic that actually made sense.
“Yes. I’ve been invited. That was something else I wanted to ask you. Will you be my date to the wedding?” he asked.
“Wow, when it rains it pours.” Blowing out a breath, she ran her hand down the front of her uniform. Glancing down, she saw that there was a tomato ketchup stain, mustard, and even a coffee stain. She had to look the most unattractive she ever had in her life, and yet Richard was asking her out, not once, but twice. “Yes, I will be your date.”
There. She had done it.
Richard nodded. “I will see you at seven, and I’ll send a dress.”
“You’ll send a dress?” she asked.