He sure as hell did because he would have acted the same way if Core had asked him about Fancy. I didn’t wanna fucking talk about it, and I would do anything to change the topic.
The only difference was Lynn wasn’t my ol’ lady. Hell, I didn’t even know when I would actually see her again. It wasn’t like she had a direct connection to the club. Sure, she hung out with the other ol’ ladies, but that was only for parties or stupid Book Club shit. And even then, she wasn’t always at those. Kimber and the girls called Book Club at the drop of a hat, and it was pretty much for whoever was sitting there.
I shrugged and tossed the tape measure to Dyno. “I’m just doing my part.”
Dyno snatched the tape measure out of the air and shoved it in his pocket. “Well, in that case, I’ll make sure to let Quinn know you want to work on the club every day instead of working on exterminating the Devil’s Rebels.”
I cringed and tipped my head to the side. I wasn’t sure which one I really wanted to do. They both had good and bad things about them. “How about I split my time between the two?” I laughed.
“Whatever you say, Zephyr.” Dyno turned toward the stairs. “Now, let’s go upstairs and see what’s happening there.”
We spent the rest of the day measuring and remeasuring shit all while Dyno tried to figure out what layout he wanted for the club.
The mundane work left me plenty of time to think about Lynn and wonder if I should head over to her house to make sure she was okay. I could have just called her, but I didn’t have her phone number, and I didn’t want to have to ask one of the girls for it.
I could always call her at work, but I didn’t want to bother her when she was busy.
By the time we finished at the funeral home, I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do.
Drop in on Lynn unexpectedly, or try calling her tomorrow at work?
I was sure she would be annoyed if I just dropped in on her, but she could easily ignore me and just hang up the phone if I called her.
It had only been a day since I had seen her. Maybe I needed to give her some more time before I called or dropped in unexpectantly.
I cranked up my bike and pointed my wheels toward the clubhouse.
One more day, and then, I would stop by.
Just to make sure she was fine.
That’s all it was.
*
Chapter Five
Curve ball…
Lynn
“You have a visitor.”
I stared at the messy pile of papers on my desk. “You mean my next appointment.”
Jeanie, my secretary, cleared her throat. “Uh, well, no. He said he doesn’t have an appointment and that he’ll wait for however long it takes for you to see him.”
“What?” I squawked. What in the hell was Jeanie smoking out front?
“He was here when Queenie came the first time.”
“Sledge?” I guessed. “What the hell is he doing here?”
“Are you Sledge?” Jeanie asked.
A low, muffled voice spoke, but I couldn’t make out what he said.
“Oh,” Jeanie gasped. “He’s not Sledge, but he told me not to tell you anything else.”
What in the ever-living-fuck was going on out front? “I’m coming out there,” I grumbled.
Hopefully, I’m wrong about who is out front. Today was not the day I wanted to deal with Zephyr dropping in on me at work. I had four more appointments, and I still had to go to the pharmacy and then Dad's for dinner. Plus, I still wasn’t over my last temper tantrum I had on Sunday, so between now and me knocking on Dad’s door, I needed to get over it.
I pulled the hair tie from my hair and combed my fingers through it. Sure, I didn’t want Zephyr here, but that didn’t mean I had to look like cow dung when I told him to get lost. Now, if only I had an extra shirt to change into. This morning when I had been going over my calendar for the day, I had managed to miss my mouth and dribble down the front of my shirt. Most of it wiped off with a wet napkin, but I still had two stubborn spots that weren’t going anywhere.
On my way out, I caught my reflection in the glass of my door and shrugged. I sure as hell wasn’t going to win any beauty contests, but at least I wasn’t going to scare anyone if they looked at me.
Remind me why we are trying to look nice for Zephyr?
I didn’t have the time to talk to myself about this. What I needed was to get Zephyr out of here and get ready for my next appointment.
“Hey,” I yelled when I pushed open the door that connected to the waiting area. Zephyr leaned against the check-in area while Jeanie sat on the other side of the desk, looking absolutely smitten with him.
I tamped down the ting of possessiveness I had toward Zephyr.
He is not ours. We cannot be jealous of him.
Not like I had anything to worry about with Jeanie. She was fifteen years older than me, and she had been married for over twenty years to the sweetest guy.
“You got a second?” Zephyr asked.
I nodded and held open the door. “Sure thing.” I glanced at Jeanie. “Let my next appointment know I’ll be right with them.”
Jeanie looked down at the computer. “Robert isn’t even here yet. You’ve got probably ten minutes.”
Why did she have to say that in front of Zephyr? My plan had been to tell him I was very busy and that he needed to leave right away. Now he knew I had ten minutes. I led the way to my office and entered without holding the door open for him. Even though I was walking in front of him, his delicious, manly scent swirled around me. He smelled like freedom, leather, and fresh air.
Freedom? Explain that more.
I really was a dick to myself.
Zephyr stepped into my office, and I closed the door behind him. “You can sit in either chair,” I instructed.
He sat down in the chair closest to me and leaned back. I plopped down in my chair and tried to get a grip. This man had seen me naked. Him sitting across from me shouldn’t be an issue at all. I took a deep breath and instantly thought about him in nothing but his birthday suit.
Oh, Jesus. That wasn’t helping.
“You doing okay?” Zephyr drawled.
I nodded my head vigorously. “Yeah, totally. Doing amazing.” My inner shrink rolled her eyes at the blatant lie. I really couldn’t fool myself.
“You and dad good?”
I nodded again. “Yeah,” I gasped. “Never better.” More lies.
“He seemed like a good guy. He was pretty worried about you, though.”
My eyes wanted to roll, but I didn’t allow them to. “Yeah, he’s always thinking about me and wants to make sure I’m okay.” At least for the last eight years, he had. I didn’t want to go into the twelve years before that. Those twelve years I just couldn’t get over.
He tipped his head to the side. “Something ain’t right, darlin’.”
I grabbed a stack of papers on my desk and tried to straighten them. “Oh, yeah? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, things didn’t seem that great when you stormed off the other day. Just kind of surprised by you saying that everything is great.”
I shrugged and dropped the papers on the desk. “Everything is fine.” I sat back in my chair and tried to act like I wasn’t pissed off at Dad and just wanted to drink ten bottles of wine to dull the world. “How about you? Things going good with the club?” Deflect and redirect.