Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,4

of junk food and cigarettes, then he could pay for that. Leave my tampons to me to pay for though.

Six-Gun led the way to the bike and dropped the bags. He crouched down and opened one of the bags on the bike. “I know I don’t. I wanted to.”

“Why?” I demanded. “Why are you doing this?” Was he crazy or something?

“Because I want to,” he repeated. He started loading all the crap he bought into the bags. He only managed to fit half of it inside in the first compartment. He strapped the bag closed and moved to the other side of the bike. He repeated the process and managed to fit everything in the bags.

“Let’s go.” He crumpled the plastic bags in his hand and shoved them in the pocket of his leather jacket.

“No.” I was paying for my damn tampons.

He tipped his head to the side. “You wanna tell me why not?”

“Because we’re not leaving until you let me pay for my tampons.” I cringed at the words. Demanding to pay for my tampons was not something I ever imagined doing in front of a gas station.

“You’re not paying me. Get on the bike.” He nodded to the bike and folded his arm over his chest. “I can stand here all night and have this standoff with you, doll.”

“No.” I was not getting on his bike until he took my money. I pulled two crumpled twenties from my pocket and held them out to him. “Take this,” I insisted.

I wasn’t even sure how much the tampons were, but I didn’t want to have to owe him any money. He could use the extra cash to fill his gas tank the next time. God knows I owed him that for driving me back and forth since I went back to work.

He shook his head. “Not taking it. Save it.”

“For what?” I snapped. “I work and hang out at the clubhouse. Hell, I don’t even know why the hell I’m working because I don’t need to spend money on anything anymore. Last week, I had tried to give Raelyn money for groceries, and it ended up back in my room that night.”

“I know,” he drawled.

“What do you mean, you know?” I demanded.

“I was the one who put the money there. You don’t need to be chipping in for food. All of the guys eat most of the food, not you.”

I rolled my eyes. “I can still pay for my share,” I insisted.

“You can try.”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? I had barely spoken a word to this man over the past couple months, and now, he was standing in front of me telling me what to do with my money. “If you don’t take this, I’m going to use it to rent a donkey and put it in your room.”

Not the greatest threat, but it was the best I could come up with on the fly.

“It’ll cost you more than forty dollars to rent a donkey unless you go to Mexico to do it.”

“I…uh…” I shook my head. “I don’t think I want to know how you know that.” Maybe renting goats was part of the biker life I didn’t know about.

He laughed and threw his leg over the bike. “Probably not, doll. Tank and Rebel might tell you about it though.” He tipped his head to me. “Hop on. It’s been a long day, and I want to get home.”

I pursed my lips. “I am not getting on that bike until you take my money.” I thrust it toward him.

He looked at me and cranked up the bike. His lips moved, but I couldn’t hear what he said. He grabbed the money and shoved it in the pocket of his jacket.

Ha! He took it.

I climbed on behind him and placed my hands on his waist.

He knocked up the kickstand and rocketed out of the parking lot. He wasn’t happy, but I didn’t care.

He wasn’t going to pay for my stuff.

He should be happy I gave him extra money to cover all of the junk he bought. Though I wouldn’t have been mad if he let me have a bag of chips when we got back to the clubhouse. Aunt Flo was visiting, and my junk food stash was non-existent at the moment.

We pulled into the clubhouse parking lot a few minutes later and parked right next to the door. I slid off the bike and instantly tried to unstrap the bag thingies. “How the heck do you