Leftover pizza in the box rested on the kitchen counter. I ate a piece without bothering to heat it up and thought about what was happening in my life.
I was in a relationship with a biker. A playboy. A criminal.
There was no other way to slice it.
And feelings were developing.
For a man who claimed not to be the relationship type, he seemed to be a natural when it came to handling a woman’s feelings.
I would have to tell him about my past eventually. He knew about my mother, but there was so much more that he didn’t know.
I didn’t want to sit around all day, but I had no chores to do, no errands to run.
Freddy had given me her cell number after I’d called her at Pinky’s.
I needed to return her clothes, but I also wanted more insight into the Blue Angels, and what I was getting myself into.
* * *
I walked into the restaurant and lifted my sunglasses to the top of my head. I surveyed the tables and found Freddy sitting in the corner booth, a cup of coffee in front of her. She was dressed in costume pearls and a white blouse with navy piping. I couldn’t see her pants or shoes, but I was sure she matched perfectly. She dressed like a 1950s pinup girl, and I loved that she went for it, no holds barred.
“Hey,” I greeted with a smile.
“Hey,” she said, her smile just as welcoming. “This was a great idea. Meeting for breakfast. I so didn’t want to cook.”
I laughed and set the plastic bag on the table. “I brought your clothes back. Thanks for lending them to me.”
“Keep them. I have a ton.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks,” I said with a grin. I removed the plastic bag from the table and set it on top of my purse. “I really like them.”
“Next time we’re in Waco, I’ll take you to Leather and Ink. You’ll love Laura and her store.”
The waitress arrived, and I quickly asked for a cup of coffee. Freddy ordered French toast while I took a moment to look at the menu.
“I’ll have the muesli,” I said to the waitress. “Thanks.”
She scooped up our menus and dashed away.
“Muesli?” Freddy made a face. “When they have chocolate chip pancakes on the menu? I bet you like kale, too.”
I arched a brow. “I love kale.”
“Yeah, I knew it.”
“So, this store…Leather and Ink. Is it a biker store?”
“Kind of. The Blue Angels gave Laura the money to open her store. She used to run around with them, but she kind of quit the biker chick lifestyle.”
The waitress returned with my cup of coffee and then ran off again. I reached for the creamer and a few packets of sugar.
“Full disclosure, I invited you to breakfast to squeeze you for information.”
She leaned back and grinned. “I’ll tell what I can. But you have to tell me something in return.”