need to make myself presentable, and then, we can go.”
“Presentable?” I asked.
She glanced up and looked at me through the mirror. “Pretty sure I’ll scare small children right now, Six-Gun.”
“I don’t think we’re looking at the same person, doll. You took my breath away.”
She scoffed and shook her head. “Right.”
“You’re fucking beautiful, Memphis. You have to know that.” What in the hell did she see when she looked in the mirror? She was beautiful when she had makeup on, but right now, with nothing on her face, she was angelic. I didn’t know how she did it, but I never wanted to take my eyes off her.
If there was any doubt before of whether or not I was into Memphis, there wasn’t now. This woman was what I wanted to wake up to and fall asleep to every night.
She had knocked me over like a ton of bricks, and she didn’t even know it. Her broken, yet healing heart, was going to be mine.
“I’m serious,” I called. “You don’t need makeup.”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Please don’t feed me a line of bull, Six-Gun.”
I stepped toward her. “I’m not. I know you got a lot going on, but I just want you to know you’re beautiful. You don’t need to hide behind makeup or anything. The world deserves to see you like this.”
She looked down at the bottle she was holding. “Well, I don’t fully believe you, but I guess I don’t really need a full face of makeup right now, do I? I can always do that before I get ready for work.” She set down the bottle and grabbed a slim tube. “I am going to put on some concealer and eyeliner though. No one needs to see the bags under my eyes.”
I held up my hands. “Do whatever makes you comfortable, doll. I’m just telling you what I see.”
She laughed and opened the tube. She swiped the goop under eyes and grabbed a small sponge off the dresser. “Maybe we should stop and get your eyes checked on the way back to the clubhouse.”
“Got twenty/twenty vision.”
I watched as she pressed the sponge to the makeup she put on and then sprayed some mist all over her face. She grabbed a pencil and drew on her eye. At least, that’s what it looked like she was doing. My eyes watered just watching her stick the pencil so close to her eyeball.
She grabbed a pink tube of Chapstick and smeared it all over her lips, then dropped the tube on the dresser and turned around to look at me. “All right, Six-Gun. Let’s go scare some kids.”
I chuckled and nodded to her bare feet. “You might want to put some boots on, doll.”
She tapped her nose. “That might be a good idea.” She pulled a pair of black boots out from under the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress to put them on.
“Those are what you should be wearing when you’re on the back of my bike.”
She stood and looked down at the boots. “They’re too big to stick in my bag, and I don’t think they would go well with my waitress outfit.”
“You’re probably right.”
She grabbed a black sweatshirt and pulled it on over her head. “Now am I ready?”
I nodded and held out my hand to her. “Let’s ride, doll.”
She hesitated for a second, her eyes on my hand. She licked her lips and sighed.
Whether or not she took my hand was a deciding factor right now. The choice was hers, and I prayed to God she chose me.
She placed her hand in mine and looked up at me. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Eight
Storytime…
Memphis
“How’s the butt?”
I stretched my arms over my head and smiled. “Much better than last night. Though that was only a half an hour ride,” I laughed.
“Maybe we can take the long way back to the clubhouse,” Six-Gun suggested.
“I’d like that.” Something was happening between us. I was seeing Six-Gun as someone more than a man who might just want to hurt me.
I looked up at the building we had parked in front of. “What are we doing here?”
It was an auto parts store. While it wasn’t strange that we were here, I kind of wondered why we had driven to this one when we had probably passed three stores just like this one.
“Someone in there I need to talk to.”
I glanced over at Six-Gun. “Does this have to do with Leona?”
I hadn’t known Leona real well, but from the little time I