His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,17

do was his business. "Why are you asking?"

Her mouth opened and then closed. Then, her lips moved, but he couldn't hear her.

"What?" he said.

"You've got an old lady." Her nose wrinkled. "Some of you guys in Tarkio who screw around on your women are assholes."

"It's not like that with Faye and me," he said.

She walked away from him, having said her peace. He turned and watched her go to Jerry, speak to him for a few minutes, and then walk past him and out the door.

He followed her and caught her before she reached the truck. Glancing at the vehicle, he spotted Aaron standing in the open driver's door. She must've had him watching over the kids while she ran inside.

He let go of her arm. "What was that jab toward me about?"

"I thought you, of all people, wouldn't deliberately hurt someone. I was wrong." She walked backward. "You're just like the others and think with your dick."

She'd spent time with Faye while he'd gone with the club out of state. Obviously, the two women had reconnected, and now Tracy was coming to her friend's defense.

"Faye's not getting hurt," he said.

Getting relief and fucking were too different things. It came with the lifestyle. There was a line he never crossed.

"Think what you want if it makes you sleep better at night." Tracy scoffed. "I need to go. My man is coming home to my bed."

Letting her have the parting shot, he was more interested in why Tracy felt the need to mouth off to him. She'd always gotten along with him.

Hell, she was a kid of Tarkio and had grown up within the club. There were many nights, he'd crashed on her couch because she hated staying at the house alone after her parents were killed.

Until now, she had never even disagreed with him.

Tracy backed the truck out of the lot. No longer in the mood to go inside the clubhouse, Curley strolled over to his Harley and headed home.

His thoughts kept going back to what Faye could've told Tracy about their relationship. He'd claimed her years ago, and they went their separate ways. There was nothing to talk about.

He lived his life, and Faye lived hers. The two of them couldn't last more than two minutes together without arguing.

Tracy had no right to judge what he wanted to do in his free time. For all he cared, Faye could be fucking half the population of Superior.

Except, he knew she wasn't.

Chapter 7

Faye

Jenna lifted her leg and put her high-heeled shoe on the curb in front of Kingston Bar and used the brush out of the clear nail polish to dab the run in her nylons. Stephanie tugged at the front of her halter top, showing more cleavage.

"Check my ass." Angela turned and arched her back. "I don't want the bottom of my cheeks showing when I walk in there."

Faye strolled around her three friends. "You all look great. Remember, it's not an interview. Lance has already hired us, so let's not get nervous—or we'll probably chicken out. We're just going to walk in there, hear the rules, and go home. Let's show him how professional we are and save the sexiness for work."

"I am so out of my element." Angela inhaled deeply. "Serving food and drinks is easy. This is going to be hard."

Faye pressed her hand to her stomach, smoothing her shirt. Dressed more conservatively than her friends, making sure everyone at Kingston Bar understood that they would take the job seriously and once they were off the clock, they were off-limits, she tried to calm the jitters.

Since she was responsible for them being unemployed, it was only fair that she agreed to their idea to try working at the bar. Never in her wildest dreams would she have taken the job by herself. But the higher wages were an incentive she couldn't turn down. She'd expand the nursery sooner than she hoped.

What happened inside during working hours was only a means to an end until she reached her goal. Nobody knew her here. It would only be for a few months. After that, she'd have enough saved, put Grandma June's house up for sale, and be ready to move on to her future.

"Let's go get this done." She walked to the door and waited for them all to fall in line.

As one, they went inside. Faye spotted Lance sitting in a booth at the back wall. She gazed around the open room. The last time she'd come to