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I’m not some little piece of tail you guys can trade around whenever you feel like it. I know how you guys can be, but I’m not like that. It was nice to meet you, Sonny, but I’ll be going home now…alone.”
    “I see. I see.” He smiled and smoothed his fingers over his goatee. “Fair enough. Maybe I’ll catch you around here another time then?”
    “Maybe,” I said, grabbing my helmet and situating it on my head. “We’ll see.” I hopped on my bike, revved up the engine, and pulled away, leaving Sonny standing there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head and laughing.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7
     
     
    I decided to lay low for a week or so, for a couple of reasons. Number one, I didn’t want to seem too desperate. Number two, I was hoping that he’d be looking for me, so when I finally did show up, he’d be happy to see me. Classic game of hard-to-get. This was my hope, anyway. I had no idea if my little ploy was going to work, or whether it was too big a gamble, but I had gotten his attention, which was more than I thought I’d be able to accomplish on the very first day.
    I spent the week cleaning up the house and getting it to an inhabitable state. I read some books as well. I re-read Anna Karenina by Tolstoy—it was just as long and tragic as I remembered—then started a classic Stephen King novel, Christine .
    Several days later, when I finally had the house in a state that I could live with, and classic books by Tolstoy and King could no longer hold my attention, I decided it was time for me to venture back out to The Hole. I got all gussied up, locked up the house, jumped on my new bike, and headed downtown to the bar. It was a little earlier than I had arrived last time—around nine o’clock at night—so I didn’t expect Sonny to be there quite yet. I parked in the same place I had last week and secured my helmet.
    I was surprised, however, when I walked in and saw Sonny seated at one of the tables closest to the doorway. He noticed me immediately.
    “Trish, right?”
    I nodded my head.
    “Come, sit down with us. There’s room here at my table. That is, unless you’re here to meet someone else?”
    “No, I was just coming to hang out.” I took the seat that Sonny had scooted out for me. “Good to see you again, Sonny,” I said with a playful smile.
    “You too. Where you been?” he asked, looking truly curious.
    “Oh, I’ve been busy working on my dad’s estate shit,” I told him. I didn’t really cuss in my real life, but this character I was playing was supposed to be tough as nails.
    “Really? Because I could have sworn you were playing hard to get.” He smiled and winked at me.
    “Hard to get?” I thought for a minute. “Baby, I don’t have to play hard to get. I am hard to get.”
    His buddies all whistled and made a “she-told-you” noise. Then I wondered if I’d been too forward, too brash. Sonny just pursed his lips, nodded his head, and said, “Okay, okay. I get it. You’ve made that very clear, darlin’.”
    I was sure I had gone too far with my little game until he smiled at me. “Buy you a beer?”
    “Sure. I’ll have a Bud.” I was going to have to get used to the taste of beer, apparently.
    He reached back and motioned for Big Jim, and when he got his attention, yelled for him to bring me a Bud from the tap.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    “Trish here is new to Nicholasville. Here to take care of her old man’s business. He just passed away,” Sonny informed his buddies. “Trish, this here’s Spider and Jimmy. Jimmy’s my cousin on my mom’s side and Spider here…he’s our newest recruit, a prospect.”
    “What’s a prospect?” I asked.
    “A prospect is a prospective member of our motorcycle club. He wants desperately to be like us, but he’s got a lot of proving to do before we patch him in. Ain’t that right, Spider?”
    “Yeah, Sonny. That’s right,” he said sheepishly. I noticed that Spider, despite his ominous