Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,3

Leona?” I asked, changing the subject away from myself. I wasn’t looking to talk about why I was so messed up at the gas pump.

Six-Gun nodded his head.

This was the first time I had wanted to go somewhere that wasn’t the clubhouse or the strip club. Six-Gun had always been the one to drive me, but I figured that was just because I didn’t have a way to get around.

Duh, Memphis. Of course, Six-Gun was being so protective of me because of Leona.

I knew they still didn’t know who had killed her and tried to kill Raelyn.

“Yeah, and other things.” He turned back to the pump and grabbed the nozzle. “We just want everyone to be safe. You and Raelyn included.”

“So Raelyn can’t go anywhere without Playboy?” Again, duh, Memphis.

Six-Gun shrugged. “Or someone from the club.”

He quickly filled up his bike and put the nozzle back. “Let’s go.” He didn’t reach for my hand but nodded toward the gas station. “Let’s get what you need.”

I walked ahead of him and pulled open the door. “Uh, I’ll just be a minute.”

He nodded and did a scan of the store. “Take as long as you need.”

I headed straight for the shelf with the tampons and grabbed two big boxes. This would get me through hopefully this month and the next.

I turned to head to the counter but paused.

How the hell was I going to carry these on the bike?

Six-Gun had those bag things on the side of the bike, but I wasn’t sure I could fit both boxes in them.

“Got what you need?”

I jumped and dropped one of the boxes. “Sweet Jesus,” I grumbled.

I bent over to grab the box right when Six-Gun did. We bumped heads, and I stumbled back into the shelf behind me.

“Damn, Memphis,” he laughed. He grabbed the dropped box and rubbed his head as he stood. “You trying to give me a concussion?”

“I could say the same to you. That was all of your fault,” I grumbled. Damn the man for being chivalrous and picking up what I dropped. I wasn’t used to that at all.

“My fault?” he laughed. “I was just checking to see if you needed anything else, and you jumped like a bear was attacking you.”

He had startled me, that was it. I grabbed the tampons from his hand. “I’m good. Great.” Kill me now.

He shook his head. “Well, that’s good.”

I stepped to move around him, but he didn’t move. “Uh, can I get around you?” His massive shoulders and body were blocking any possible way for me to get around him.

He grabbed the two boxes from my hands. “I got this.”

My jaw dropped, and I frantically reached for the boxes. “I can pay for my own tampons,” I growled. What in the hell was he doing? I had a good job. He should know that. He was a part of the club that signed my paychecks. I didn’t need him to pay for my tampons. Sure, I had been working for Jester for extra cash, but it wasn’t like I needed the money. I did it more to get that extra money to just save and sit on for a rainy day. Now that I was living at the clubhouse, there weren’t any rainy days, so I was just sitting on a nice nest egg. “Give those back to me.”

He shook his head and turned on his heel. “I will after I pay for them,” he called.

I chased after him, mortified. What was he doing?

He blindly reached for things until his arms were full and he was at the register.

“What are you doing?” I hissed. If I wanted an answer, I guess I needed to ask it out loud.

He nodded to the cashier and unloaded his bounty onto the counter. “All of this and also two packs of Marlboro Reds, hard pack.”

“Stop.” I tried to bump him out of the way, but he didn’t budge. It was like the man was cemented to the floor. “And smoking is bad for you.” I knew he smoked, and while he looked pretty darn hot doing it, I wasn’t exactly a fan of it.

The cashier quickly rang up everything, Six-Gun paid, and then the cashier handed him two full bags.

He walked to the doors and held them open. “You coming, doll?” he called.

I growled at the cashier even though it wasn’t his fault Six-Gun was being annoying, and stomped out the door.

“You don’t have to pay for my things,” I insisted. If he wanted a bunch