Shawl cleared his throat, invading the moment.
“I’ll see you when you get back.” She moved away, watching as Pipe grabbed his leather cut from inside the cabin before moving toward his bike. She walked up the steps, and turned to watch him drive away.
Pipe nodded toward her, and seconds later he rode away. The moment his lights were gone, she missed him. Turning back toward the cabin, she closed the door, and made her way toward the sofa.
Sitting down, she grabbed her cell phone, and dialed Sarah. Dirty Deeds was shut as it was a Saturday afternoon. The picnic was going to be for most of Sunday. She’d be with the old ladies and the club women, making food. Saint wanted her there even though their friendship had begun once again. It wasn’t the best, but it had started.
“Hey, girl, how’s the sexy rebel biker?”
“He’s gone to meet my brother so I am all alone right now.”
“Meet your brother?”
“Club business. I don’t even know what business they’ve got, just that they have some. What are you doing?”
“I’m starting a deep cleansing.”
“Do I even want to know what that is?” Elena asked, sitting back on the sofa.
“Yes, everything relating to Ralf is being tossed out. It’s rather therapeutic actually. I’ve got the window open, and I’m literally tossing out all of his crap. You know, he called me today to ask how I was doing. The asshole. I’m at the anger stage of mourning. He’s pissed me off, and now I want him gone from my life, every last little bit of it.”
“Is that wise?” Elena cringed as she heard the sound of a crash.
“You hear that? It was his favorite scotch. The bastard can afford to buy more.”
“Sarah, I’m coming over.” She ended the call, rushed toward the bedroom, and tugged on some sweatpants. Grabbing her keys, she sent a quick text to Pipe before climbing into her car. She drove toward town, and the pile of Ralf’s stuff had created some attention. In fact, some of the Saints and Sinners MC were standing near it.
Parking her car, she looked up toward her friend in time to see Sarah throwing out clothes.
“Fuck you, Ralf, and your tiny little dick. You fucking asshole, you can fuck whatever fucking woman you want so long as it’s not me!”
“Sarah,” Elena said.
“Hey, honey. I thought you hung up on me.”
“I did. What the hell are you doing?”
“Therapy. I’m so over men. They’re horn dogs, assholes, and I’m going lesbian. Do you want to be my first girlfriend, Elena? We can experiment together.”
Heat filled her cheeks. Even from here she saw that Sarah had been drinking.
The sound of approaching bikes had her turning toward the noise. She saw Saint, Ralf, Willy, Shawl, and Pipe.
“Oh no, is Ralf coming to tell me off?” Sarah asked.
“Sarah, what are you doing?”
“Cleansing.”
Elena stood looking up at her friend, aware of the moment that Pipe stood close to her. She closed her eyes for a second as his scent surrounded her. His hand rested at her back.
“You’re still wearing my shirt,” he said.
She didn’t care.
Stepping back, she gasped as his hand circled her waist. His very touch set her on fire. She loved his touch, adored it.
“What’s going on here, Elena?” Saint asked. Pipe released her, and when she turned to her brother, she saw he was looking up at Elena.