The Biker's Rules
“What’s the deal with that? Is she grooming you to be her daughter-in-law or something?”
… Or something.
“Hell,” I snap, “like her, Kiara and I just enjoy female company now and then, alright? Is that a crime?”
Three days of frustration are jammed inside me, vibrating like an overfilled pressure cooker — personal frustration, emotional frustration, environmental frustration, sexual frustration, situational frustration. Take your pick.
“Guess not.” His voice is now much softer.
I feel a flicker of guilt for barking at him — but it dies fast.