“We’re gonna go to Cottonwood and do some damage,” Banger replied.
“The officers will iron out the details. We’ll let you know the plan at church next week,” Hawk concluded.
“That about covers it.” Banger brought the gavel down, ending the meeting.
“You gonna stick around?” Throttle asked Smokey.
“Nah. I gotta help out at a site. Are you going to be around tonight for a game of pool?”
“Wish I could, but I’m taking Kimber out to dinner and a movie.”
Smokey laughed. “A chick flick?”
“Nope. I’m lucky my old lady hates those movies. It’s the new action film at the Esquire. I don’t know anything about it—she picked it.”
“I wish Addie didn’t like those sappy ass movies,” Chas grumbled.
Throttle frowned. “I don’t know how you do it, dude.”
“It makes my old lady happy.”
Nudging Smokey with his elbow, Throttle smirked. “See what you’re getting yourself into?”
“Well, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d see you tied down to one woman,” Chas said.
Smokey narrowed his eyes. “Throttle’s ass is sucking wind. I’m not tied down to anyone.”
Throttle laughed. “I got a real strong feeling you’re gonna be eating those words, bro.”
Biting his tongue, Smokey dug the keys out of his pocket. “I’m outta here. Later.”
Ignoring the snickers and comments as he walked out of the conference room, he made his way through the clubhouse and slipped out the back door.
As he strode toward his Harley, thoughts of Ashley filled his mind. There was no doubt he was attracted to her, and liked her more than any other women he’d dated, but that didn’t mean he wanted a woman—an old lady.Throttle’s full of shit. I’m just looking to have some fun with a hot, sexy woman. She’s going back to the city after the project’s over, and for now, she piques my interest—that’s all.
But he knew that was BS.
The truth was, he was hooked, and he didn’t know what to do about it.
With a deep sigh, he jumped on his bike and sped out of the club’s parking lot.
13
Pausingon the landing to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the bar, Ashley scanned the room for Whitney. Not seeing her, she sauntered over to the bar, slid onto a barstool, swiveled around and saw Jared down at the end, chatting up a petite blonde. Remembering how he’d flirted with Nicole the night before, she rolled her eyes.I bet he does that with all the women. Men are so transparent.
She pulled her cell phone out of her purse, and sent Whitney a quick text, telling her she was waiting at the bar. She had called Ashley that afternoon, asking if she would pick her up for dinner at Blue’s Belly because her car had died the day before.
“Did you want something to drink?”
Looking up from her phone, she met Jared’s eyes. “I’ll have a glass of pinot grigio. Have you seen Whitney around?”
“She’s in the back. You two are going out for dinner, right?”
“Yes.”
“How’s your friend?”
“She’s fine.”