Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Arriving at the gates, I park just outside and glance in at the large house, shed, and garage. There are bikes everywhere, trucks, and the huge roller doors to the garage are open and people are milling about inside. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I put on my happiest face and look over to Hope. “Ready?”
She nods and gets out of the car.
I follow her, mostly because I have no idea where I’m going. As we pass through the large, grated gates, my eyes scan over the people who have stopped to gawk. I know I look out of place, it’s probably this darn yellow dress. It’s very ... summery. My hair whips in the breeze, covering my face. Desperately, I move it off as we approach the open garage. Is this really where Hope spends her time? There are people smoking ... I don’t even want to know what.
“Can I help you?”
The rough male voice has me spinning around, nearly tripping over my own feet. Steadying myself, I peer up at the man before me. My word. He is tall, dark, and handsome. Do they all look like this? Silvery grey eyes travel over me, taking me in, before he crosses his arms, waiting for my answer.
“I, ah,” I stammer. “I’m bringing Hope home from school.”
Nodding, the man seems to accept my explanation. “Ah, you’re golden eyes.”
That’s what he told them? Seriously?
Grumbling, I nod in agreement. Anything to hurry this along.
Nice to know he’s told them about me, I suppose.
“Name is Mex,” he goes on. “Fury is busy.”
“Fury?” I question.
Grinning, Mex responds, “Ford.”
“Right,” I mutter. “Well, I am going to help Hope with her homework. Is there somewhere ... quiet, I can do that?”
“Next door. I’ll send Fury over when he’s done. Might take him a while, if you catch my drift.”
I shake my head in confusion. “I don’t.”
“Fury likes the ladies.”
Oh.
Hell.
No.
“You’re telling me he couldn’t pick up—” I pause, glancing down at Hope to ensure she isn’t listening before leaning in closer to Mex “—his own niece because he’s having sex?”
Mex grins. “That’s what I’m tellin’ you.”
I will have a few choice words for him when he’s done.
“Show me where we’re going,” I say to Hope, giving Mex a disgusted look.
“Careful, darlin’,” Mex calls after me, “that stick up your ass might hurt you if you keep clenchin’ that hard.”
I grind my jaw.
It’s nothing I haven’t heard before.
They think because I’m a teacher, because I care about my students, that I’m a goody-two-shoes.
Oh, how wrong they are.
Following Hope, we go through a fence at the back corner and down a little track through the woods. Coming out the other side, I see a beautiful old home. Well, this looks a little better. Hope leads me up the front steps, opening the door, and we step inside to see three women sitting at the table, laughing. One of them is Bonnie, I’d recognize her anywhere. The other two are equally as beautiful, and I’m guessing they, too, are part of the club.
I don’t know how it all works.
“Alexis?” Bonnie leaps up, rushing over. “How come you’re bringing Hope?”
Here we go again. Once more, Ford has forgotten to fill anyone in on his plans.
“Your pal decided he wasn’t going to pick her up, that I needed to bring her to the club and help her with her homework,” I explain. “Guessing he didn’t tell you.”
Bonnie frowns, putting an arm around Hope’s shoulders. “No. He told me he was collecting her and that I didn’t need to.”
Of course he did.
“Well, he’s currently busy, so here I am.”
Bonnie smiles down at Hope, before extending her arm to her friends. “This is Myla and Acacia. This is Myla’s place.”
God, they’re beautiful. I must look a right mess in comparison to them.
“I have to ask,” I say, my eyes scanning over them. “Is there some sort of selection process that goes on for those bikers and the women who date them, because everyone I’ve seen looks like they belong in a magazine.”
Myla laughs, standing up and walking over. “You’re adorable! But no, it’s just luck of the draw.”
Hmmm.
“Are you Hope’s teacher?” Acacia asks, tipping her head to the side as she studies me.
“Yeah, I am.”
“Damn, I wish I had a teacher like you when I was young. All mine were old and cranky.”
I smile.
Well damn, these girls are nice.
“Are you hungry, honey?” Myla asks Hope. “I made muffins today.”
Hope nods, her little face lighting up as she follows Myla into the kitchen. My heart softens a little, knowing she’s in good hands over here. As for her uncle, well, I’ll be having a word with him when she’s out of earshot, and what I have to say won’t be nice.
“I’m sorry Fury messed you around,” Bonnie offers, extending her hand toward a seat for me to sit.