“Sounds good.” Kyra ambled away and soon a short woman with pink and purple hair came on stage.
“Make sure you think with your heads and not your cocks. The chick has to have rhythm and sex appeal. I’ll be back—I have something to do,” Army said to the two guys.
He went to the bar and had Charlie pour him a double Jack then he tipped his head and threw it back, loving the slow burn as it slipped down his throat. Maybe that was enough to take the edge off so he’d stop acting like he was a lovesick idiot who couldn’t control his fucking hormones. He slid the glass to the end of the bar then walked through the backstage area and went outside.
It was a nice Indian summer day: warm with a clear blue sky. Army watched the leaves flutter down and crackle on the pavement. Leaning his head back against the wall, he wondered how Mia had slid in and taken a place in his life. A place he didn’t even know was vacant until she came along.
The phone rang and he smiled when he saw it was her. They talked on the phone a lot, sometimes for an hour, which was a record for him, considering that he rarely talked for more than fifteen minutes withanyoneon the phone, but with Mia the time just flew by.
“Hey, babe,” he said.
“Hiya, sexy. Are you doing something?”
“Yeah—thinking about you.”
Her sweet laughter hit him right in his dick, waking it upagain. “I was jogging and thought about you, so I wanted to give you a call.”
“How’s the training going?”
“Rick’s mad at me. He says I’m too distracted, and I’m blaming you for it all the way.”
“Is that right?” All he wanted to do was pull her through the phone and kiss her deeply.
“Yep. I wasn’t this way before I met you, but … you’re a very good distraction. Rick tells me I’m not ready for the fight. I’m bummed about it, but I have to agree with him. There’s another one in a couple of months I’m training for.”
“Since you’re not gonna compete, why don’t you come down to Alina for a bit?”
“I’d love to. I’ve never been there, and I miss you too much.”
“Me too, babe.” Army rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
“I’d have to reschedule a few things.”
“I want you to come to the club party we’re having on Saturday.”
A pause. He chuckled. She breathed out loudly.
“It’s not so bad. I’ll be with you. I want you to see a part of my world. I’ve seen a lot of yours,” Army said.
“Okay,” she said with a tinge of hesitation. “Saturdays are tough to reschedule. Maybe Ronica and Danielle can help me out.”
“Or you could come after your appointments. The party doesn’t really get started until around nine or ten. The food will be available all night.”
“That could work.” Hesitation was still in her voice.
“Don’t you wanna come?” Army cradled the phone on his shoulder as he lit a joint.
“I do. I want to see you in your environment. Is your club going to be the only ones at the party?”
“Some brothers from the Fallen Slayers will be there and some from the Twisted Warriors. The Warriors are from Ohio. They’re passing through on a bike run.”
“When did you say your club’s rally is?”
“In a couple of weeks. I’d love it if you could come down for that. You can meet the old ladies, and there’s a ton of shit to do. There’ll also be a lot of booths and all that. It’s our fundraiser.”
“I’d like to go. Taylor said he was planning on coming down, so I may ride with him.”
“That’d be cool. I haven’t talked to him, but I’ll give him a call. So, Saturday works for you?”