Making the Cut by Anne Malcom Read Free Book Online Page B

hands and disappearing into my closet.
    I followed her and sank into the chair I had in the middle of my closet.
    “This is most certainly not brilliant.” I groaned. “Don’t you remember last night? Not to mention the last time I hooked up with a sexy biker? Didn’t end so well.” Amy flinched and I regretted my harsh tone.
    “For starters, Cade .” She moaned his his name. “Is like a zillion times hotter than He Who Shall Not Be Named, and you can’t just automatically assume everyone who rides a motorbike is a psychopath. Just like you wouldn’t stop wearing Prada if they came out with one bad collection.” She flipped through my racks, pulling out a Givenchy tee.
    “Well men who are in outlaw motorcycle groups certainly aren’t involved in church circles or neighborhood watches.” I informed her.
    “Honey.” Amy said softly looking up from my shoe selection. “You do not know this man, or anything about his club, and from what you’ve told me he seems decent. Now I am the first one to want to protect you from ever getting hurt again, but don’t let what happened to you turn you into someone who judges someone before you even know them. That isn’t you.”
    Her words cut me deep, I knew she was right, I shouldn’t be so bitter. But I also knew bikers and their gangs were trouble, Amy didn’t see what I saw so she couldn’t know.
    “Lets just forget about last night for now and not let a man complicate my first proper day in my new town with my girl.” I gave Amy a smile.
    “Okay.” She agreed. “But life would be no fun without men to shake things up now and then and as much as I love my B.O.B nothing compares to the real thing.” She advised before throwing my no doubt fabulous outfit at me.
     
    The late afternoon sunlight kissed the horizon, beginning to disappear behind the hills as Amy and I enjoyed a cold margarita on the back porch. I relaxed into my chair and let my head fall back, feeling the most content I had in a long while.
    “That was an awesome afternoon girl, just what I needed.” I told Amy keeping my eyes closed.
    We had had a delightful lunch at a cute little café, then proceeded to walk up and down Main Street perusing all the little shops along the way, and generally just enjoying the town’s atmosphere. And to my delight, we did not once hear the telltale rumble of Harley pipes nor see a broadly built man donning a leather cut, so all in all a great day.
    “Yeah it was actually kind of great, wasn’t it?” Amy replied. “This little hole in the road is actually kind of growing on me.”
    I laughed. “That’s great to hear, since we might be here for a while, owning a home and business here.”
    “Oh I almost forgot.” Amy continued. “I got us invited to a party, well the closest this town does to party anyway, a barbeque? Tomorrow night, hopefully there will be some man candy there.”
    “What?” I spluttered. “When did you find the time to get yourself invited to anything? I was with you most of the day!” I sat up, turning to look at her.
    “Remember when I went to get us some coffees when you were burrowed away in that bookstore?” She asked and I nodded. “Well I got talking to the chick behind the counter, awesome girl and massive babe, she invited me and you to her barbeque tomorrow, you know since we are new in town and in desperate need of some friends?”
    “I guess it couldn’t hurt to get to know the locals.” I pondered, wondering what kind of people we would encounter at this barbeque, and feeling kind of excited since I was, well before the incident, a social person.
    “I wonder if any of those delicious cops we saw today will be there?” Amy was referring to the three handsome lawmen we saw having lunch at the same spot as us today.
    I had a bit of a soft spot for men in uniform after my rescue, I always felt safe around them. Maybe I could go for a more sensible option in a man. My mind wandered to sandy blond haired policeman