Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,13
taking away everything from you. You’re stronger than that. And, stop blaming yourself for what happened. That lays with Jester and no one else.” She gave me a small smile and slipped behind the bar and through the door to the backroom.
I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed.
Hell.
Her talk helped, but then, it also didn’t. It made things harder for me. It made me have to really think about Six-Gun and what I wanted.
I never felt he would force himself on me or make me feel bad for what happened, but it was hard to get my brain to think that way, for my body not to freeze up when he came near or reached for my hand.
Mitzy stuck her head out of the backroom. “Oh, and you’re still done early. I told you I’m not paying you to do anything. Your ass better be out of here in half an hour.”
Well, that basically decided my fate with Six-Gun.
Though just like Mitzy said, I always had the final choice.
Now I had to decide what to do next.
Chapter Five
Just here…
Six-Gun
“Uh, I’m done.” Memphis looked down at her feet. “Did you still want to talk to me?”
“Yeah.” Hell fucking yeah.
“Here?” she asked.
I wanted to reach out and tip her head back so I could look into her pretty eyes. “Wherever you want to talk is fine with me.” There was no way I was going to push her. She needed to know she was in complete control. If she wanted to talk on the fucking moon, I would do everything I could to make it happen.
“I could stand to eat. Maybe the diner across town?” she suggested. Much easier than the moon.
I pulled my keys out of my pocket. “Let’s go, doll.”
She led the way out of the club and walked over to my bike. While I climbed on, she wrapped her arms around her middle and watched me. There was something more behind her eyes. Something I had never seen there before. It was like she was really looking at me, and seeing something different.
She slid on behind me and laid her hands on my waist like she always did. Enough to hold on and be safe, but nothing more.
I drove over to the diner, and she was off the bike before I put the kickstand down. She stood to the side with her hands in her pockets while she nibbled on her bottom lip.
“You okay?” I asked.
She tipped her head to the side. “Uh, I’m not really sure.”
That was the most honest thing she had ever said to me. Most of the time, it was a simple “yes.”
“Well, let’s get some food in you and see where the night takes us,” I suggested.
She nodded and led the way into the diner. The waitress told us to pick any seat available and Memphis moved to the booth all the way in the back and slid in. I sat opposite her and sprawled my arm over the back of the booth.
She tapped her fingers on the table and looked everywhere but at me.
“So, how come you were able to get off early tonight?” I asked.
“Uh, since I came in early and things were slow, Mitzy said I could go home.” She cleared her throat. “Or um, I mean back to the clubhouse.”
“You can call it home, doll. That is what it is right now.” Memphis rented a small apartment by the club, but she hadn't been there since the whole Jester incident. She was still paying the rent on it, but she never once asked to go there to stay.
“Well, whatever,” she mumbled. “I got off early because I came in early.”
I grabbed two menus and handed her one. “Well, that was pretty nice of Mitzy.”
She opened her menu but didn’t look at it. “Do you know Mitzy?”
I shrugged. “I mean, it’s not like we’re friends or anything, but I know her from Skinz. Why?”
She shrugged. “I was just wondering.”
Did she think that Mitzy and I had been together at some point? Nope. Not at all. “She had a thing with Barracuda for a bit. Don’t know much about it, though.”
“Really?”
I nodded and flagged over the waitress. “They hung out for a bit. She hung out with all of us, actually. Came to parties and whatnot. And then she stopped.”
Memphis nodded. “Interesting.”
“What can I get you two?” the waitress asked.
I nodded to Memphis to order first.
“Uh, can I get the mozzarella sticks and mini tacos?”
The waitress scribbled down her order