Page 26 of Tiny's Law

I smile and shake my head in exasperation at his confidence as he throws his leg over his bike.

Once he starts the engine, he turns his head and looks at me as if he’s waiting for me to join him. I roll my eyes when I realize that is exactly what he’s doing. He doesn’t move an inch until I’m in my car and pulling out of the parking lot. Only then does he guide his bike away.

Chapter 9

Kourtney

Flipping through the racks of clothes, I’ve completely come to a stand still. I don’t know what to wear. I always know what to wear.

Giving up, I flop my naked ass down on my bed and call Reggie for advice.

“What’s The Castle?” I ask as soon as he answers the phone.

Reggie bursts out laughing.

“I’m serious.”

“Why the hell are you asking about a strip club?”

I sit up. “A strip club?”

“Yeah. The Castle is the strip club that the MC owns.”

“You’re trying to tell me that I’m going on a date to a strip club?”

“A date?” Reggie scoffs. “With whom?”

“No one.”

“Kourtney Walker.”

“Ok. Ok. Tiny.”

“The big hunky dude?”

“If you’re referring to the one that was taller than life, yes. Him.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Reggie.”

He lets out a laugh. “I just think it’s a little funny, is all. You sure it’s a date?”

“Yes. No?” I shake my head, exasperated. “I don’t know?”

“Well, did he say it was a date or not?”

“He said, and I quote, ‘I know it’s unconventional, but the club goes to The Castle on Wednesdays. Would you wanna come with me?’”

“Okay, so that could go either way. You’re right.”

“You aren’t helping the issue at hand here, Reg. What do I wear?”

“What time is he picking you up?”

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