Chapter Six
“You’re painting facesfor the Easter fair?”Eden asked.
“Yep.”
“How did you get pulled into that?”Eden folded her hands across her chest as she watched her sister change her kits.
“You know, I have no idea how I got this job, just that it landed on me.”She shrugged.“I guess I’m the only one they could think of to paint kids’ faces.”
Eden laughed.It was more likely there was a town meeting, and parents only wanted a professional to handle their kids, rather than run the risk of infected eyes or cross-contaminated products.Maeve was taking it seriously and had several disposable brushes and cleaning equipment.
“You’re sure you want to do this?”
“I love the Easter fair, and the kids love it too.This is not my first time.”
That was true.Last year, the guy who thought it would be good to paint kids’ faces got overwhelmed, reacted, and there had to be an intervention when one of the kids walked away with a penis drawn on his cheek.That hadn’t been good.That was when Maeve took over, and the kids adored her.
Even though her sister could be quite loud, often abrasive, and use every curse word in the book, she was a sucker for kids and worked well with them.Eden knew she would make a fantastic mother one day.
“Can you help me?”Maeve asked.
There were several cases, and Eden helped Maeve into the car and climbed into the passenger seat.Eden was helping at several different stands.Her role was to jump in when someone needed help.
Razor had said he’d be at the fair.They brought their bikes, which added an element of flare and excitement.No one was allowed on the bikes or to touch the bikes, but a lot of men and women came to see them.It was like the barrier between biker and civilian dropped at the town fair.
She also had a hunch it had something to do with the sheriff asking for help, in keeping everything safe.Eden had noticed several of the MC going to the sheriff’s office or randomly stopping by to talk to him.She also put two and two together when a shop was vandalized or robbed, and there was justice brought.The person was helped and their shop was returned to its former glory, without a penny spent.
The MC were meant to be pains in the ass, but they took care of things.She had noticed it a lot while dating Mac.It was hard not to notice them.They did a lot more than people gave them credit for, and she had no doubt in her mind they were not all good men.
Razor didn’t talk about it, but she knew how he earned his name.Again, it was what Mac had told her.They earned the names they were given, not that he explained his own.She figured Mac loved burgers or something like that, although she had never seen him eat a burger.
Razor had promised he would be at the fair, and she was looking forward to seeing him.They had been hanging out, and it was a lot of fun.He came every morning, including Sundays, carrying coffee and breakfast.Sometimes it was buns, other times it was a breakfast sandwich.He had even gotten some pancakes and waffles on different occasions.She never had to worry about breakfast.Of course, one of the days Maeve joined them, and they had no choice but to offer their own food so there was plenty to go around for three.
Now, Razor sent her a text, asking if her sister was even there.Most often, she wasn’t.She’d been busy, but in the past week she had been there every single day.
After breakfast, he always had some kind of club job to do, and he was vague about a lot of what he did.Sometimes he worked late, when he was on guard duty at the strip club in town.Other times, he worked at the mechanic shop and bounced around from job to job.There was no one direct answer.The nights he worked late, he never stopped by, but when he was not at the strip club, he came to watch a movie, take her out to dinner, or for a walk.Eden didn’t need to ask him to show up.