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knew was also nailing my brother from the club.

She nodded. “Oh yeah. I work in a club full of women. Gossip spreads like wildfire there.”

“I can imagine.”

The waitress dropped off our food and headed back to the kitchen.

“How is it?” I asked.

Memphis dipped a cheese stick in marinara and smiled. “Delicious. Skinny waists and flat stomachs don’t taste like this.” She took a bite. “I don’t want anything to do with that life.”

We ate in silence while we watched one of the nearby TVs.

Memphis ate half of her food and pushed her plate toward me. “You can have some if you want. I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach.”

I grabbed a cheese stick and popped it into my mouth. “She gave you a shit-ton of food. I’m impressed with how much you actually ate.”

I finished my food and also Memphis’. Next time, I was going to order the same thing she had and just enjoy it.

“You really didn’t have anything to talk to me about?” she asked.

I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “Nope.”

“I’m so confused why you asked to talk to me then.”

I shrugged and pulled out my wallet. “Just wanted you to know that I’m here for you. Even if you just want to eat appetizers and bad mouth Rain.”

I paid the check, even though Memphis insisted she would pay for her own food, and then we headed back to the bike.

“You wanna go for a ride?” I asked.

She tipped her head to the side. “To where?”

“Nowhere, particular. Just take the long way back to the clubhouse.” Even just five more minutes with Memphis I craved.

“Long way?”

I nodded and threw my leg over the bike. “How about we drive, and you tell me where to go and when to stop.”

“I don’t know where to go,” she laughed. “How am I supposed to guide?”

“Right-tap on my shoulder means turn right. The same goes for the left shoulder. When you’re ready to head back to the clubhouse, tap my leg, and we head back.”

“What if we get lost?” she asked.

“Sometimes, you need to get lost to find your way home.” I cranked up the bike and held out my hand to Memphis. “What do you say?”

Chapter Six

Numb butt…

Memphis

I had lost track of how many times I had tapped his shoulder left or right. We were in the middle of nowhere, driving down a dark, two-lane road.

An hour ago, I had climbed on the back of Six-Gun’s bike with no destination other than to just ride.

I reached down and tapped his leg.

“Turn around?” he called.

“Yes,” I shouted over the roar of the bike.

Six-Gun slowed to a crawl and pulled over on the shoulder.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“You tell me, doll.” He twisted in his seat and looked at me. “Butt numb?” he laughed.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, yeah. I’m not exactly used to riding on your bike for more than ten minutes.”

Six-Gun smiled. “Just make sure I’m near when you try to stand up. Your legs are going to be like Jell-O once we get back to the clubhouse.”

“Something to look forward to.” I shifted on the seat and grimaced. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ll need you to carry me in.”

“Whatever you need, doll.” He turned back in his seat. “I’m here for you.”

By the time we made it back to the clubhouse, my whole lower body was numb, and I was ready to fall asleep.

Six-Gun parked by the front door and turned off the bike. I normally was the first one to get off the bike, but that wasn’t about to happen.

Six-Gun managed to get off and offered his hand to me. “Let’s get you to bed, doll. You might be sore tomorrow from the ride.”

Oh, great. Something to look forward to. I placed my hand in Six-Gun’s, and he helped me off the bike. I tried to stand, but my legs gave out, and I gripped his shoulders to keep from landing on my butt.

“Easy there, Memphis,” he said softly. His hands landed on my waist, and he held me steady. “You think you can walk?”

This was so dumb. I couldn’t believe I couldn’t walk after a couple-hour ride. I apparently wasn’t made for the biker life. “I think I should be able to walk. Just don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

The word sounded in my head.

That was a big word.

Six-Gun helped me into the clubhouse where a couple of the guys were watching TV. I could tell their interest was piqued by the fact Six-Gun was basically carrying me