Page 61 of Hunter (Hell's Bastards MC)

“I know you, and I know how much you love baking and nowyou’ve quit. What are you going to do? Are you going backhome?”

“No,” Harlow said.

“Then what are you going to do?Jobs are not easy to comeby.”

“I already have a job,” Harlow said. Shehad told Hailey she could start in a couple of weeks. When she didtell Hailey that, the other woman had looked so sad.So, after work finishedat the bakery, Harlow went down and began training withHailey.

Harlow likedthat the woman found every reason to smile. Itwasn’t scary either. Her ability to love life was infectious. Whenshe was around Hailey, she didn’t think about Hunter or the pain.She thought about the future.

She had even agreed to go out with Hailey on Friday night. Noclub. No terms. No conditions. Just her and Hailey, having a drinkand getting to know one another. Harlow had never had a friendbefore.

“You already have a job?” George asked.

“Yeah, and don’t sound so surprised about that.”

“Is this an actual job, orone you’ve made up?”

“Wow, you havezero confidence in me.” She rolled her eyes. “Ihave an actual, real job.”

“Where?”

Harlow sighed. “Why? So you can ruin it forme?”

“What? No, I’m not going to doanything like that.”

Harlow folded her arms and glared at herbrother. “It’s at Hailey’sBeauty Parlor in town.”

“What?” George asked.

“You heard me.”

“I heard you, but I don’t … you’re not abeauty person, Harlow. You’re going to ruin this woman’sbusiness.”

Harlow took a deep breath. “No, I’m not atrained professional beauty expert, but I’m not working on clients.I’m helping her pack orders, and she’s teaching me.” That firstnight Hailey had offered her a job, she had also given Harlow amakeover. Moisturizingher skin, putting on primers, and then … well, applying makeup, andHarlow had been shocked. She had loved it. It was kind of like alightbulb moment, and Harlow knew she was doing the rightthing.

“And you think that is going to interestyou more than baking?” George asked. “I’ve never even seen youinterested in makeup. Not evenwhen you were growing up. In fact, Mom got you a makeup kitand you tossed it out.”

“People change. If I recall, Mom said youwanted to be a cop, a sheriff, a fireman,and look at you now, you’re a biker.”

“We’re not talking about me,” Georgesaid.

“It doesn’t matter who we talk about. Allthat matters is people change. We all do. You know it. I know it.We all know it.” She sighed. “And now it’s time for me to change.”

“Is this because of theclub? I promise you,Harlow, I would never let anything happen to you.”

“It’s not about the club or the caraccident, or anything. This is about me and what I want and what Ineed. That is all, and as my big brother, I thought youmight be happy forme.”

George sighed. “I am happy for you, butthat doesn’t stop mefrom worrying about you as well. I love you, you fuckingidiot.”

Harlow laughed and then squealed as hepulled her in and hugged her.

“All you’ve got to do is give me a name.Give me a name and I will fucking end him.”

“Not going to happen. Let it go,” Harlowsaid.

She hugged her brother tightly.

George sighed. “I don’t like this, but Iwill support you. I’ll be here.”

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