Page 79 of Tiny's Law

Kourtney: Remind me how sitting at a loud strip club with a bunch of your friends’ girlfriends is a good way to get to know them better.

Kourtney: I love you, too. Way to try to butter me up.

Tiny: Lol. Honey, it’s not that loud. Besides, get a few drinks into all those ladies, and trust me, the music is what’s quiet.

Great.

It’s not that I’m opposed to spending time with the women of Tiny’s club. I actually really like all of them. It’s that I’m still uneasy with Ben and Matt lurking around town, and I’m not all that comfortable hanging out in a club when Tiny is going to be unreachable for a few hours.

After some consideration, I get an idea. Reggie can come! If some of the guys from the club are coming, then it’s not a true girls’ night. Right? Besides, Reggie is one of the girls. Tiny also told me that his mom is coming. How awkward is that going to be, being at a strip club with my boyfriend’s mom? Brenna does it all the time though, so I convince myself it’ll be fine.

After some deliberation, I decide adding Reggie to the evening will only make things easier for me, and I could use a damn win.

Kourtney: SOS. Best friend trump card. You’re coming to The Castle with me tonight for ‘Girls Night.’ NONnegotiable.

Reggie texts back within seconds.

Reggie: LOL. Wow. BFF trump card, that’s deep. Fine. What are we wearing?

This is why Reggie is my best friend. I feel bad that we’ve lived in the same town for a few months now and I’ve really only seen him at work. At least we’re able to eat lunch together every once in awhile.

Reggie: You should invite Emma too.

Kourtney: Good idea!

I send off an invite to Emma before submerging in the absolutely perfect bubble bath. I’ve already curled my hair for the night, so I twist it up and pile it on top of my head.

My phone pings against the edge of the tub with a confirmation from Emma. Okay. This should make things a lot easier for me. I’ve met pretty much everyone already, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. Having my own people with me should make me feel better.

What if Tiny’s friends learn to hate me? What if Matt, Ben, or Evie somehow get to them?

Nerves and self-consciousness bubble up inside me, and I fight to push my worries away and enjoy my bath. I’m going to enjoy the rest of my hot water, and then I’m going to put on an outfit that makes me feel good, go to the club, and have a few drinks. I will have a good time. I’m going to be myself and not let the fear of rejection scare me off.

Tiny says he loves me, and I just have to believe that he truly means it.

What would it benefit him to lie about something like that? Tiny doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to throw around the ‘L word’ easily.

Unlocking my phone, I open the Kindle app to distract myself from the racing thoughts trudging through my brain.

Finishing my bath twenty minutes later, I’ve successfully turned myself into a raisin while also turning myself on with the smutty book I’ve been on-and-off reading. I got this recommendation from one of the many Facebook groups for Smut readers that I’m a part of.

Trashy books are the exact way I got myself through law school. I would reward myself with my books only after finishing my assigned readings in my many textbooks and case studies.

As soon as I saw the book recommendation thread on the group page of Biker Romance, I just had to download the first one I saw. I’ve never been into MC romance. I’m more of a sports or mountain man kind of girl, but what can I say? My own biker man opened my world up to new genres.

Padding out to my room, I rip open my bedside drawer, find my trusty Ava Wand (thank you, Amazon) and pause.

Holding the black and rose gold wand in my hand, I look around my room and locate every camera Tiny put in. At the time, I wanted a camera in the corner of my room to make sure that if someone broke in through my window, I would see it, but now I’m wondering if he put in more, and I just don’t know about them.

If Tiny watches my office cameras, does that mean he watches my home cameras, too? I wish there was a way to track that. Tapping the end of the wand against my hand, a thought pops into my head, and a smirk pulls at my lips.

I toss the wand down on my white comforter and take a picture of it. Sending it to Tiny, I add a text under the picture.

Kourtney: You’re already too far away, so I guess this’ll have to do.

He’s already on the road, so I know he won’t even see it til he gets to the destination of their meeting, wherever that is. He didn’t tell me specifics, just that he’d be about an hour away. They left right before I got in the bath.

I flip back over to my book, having gotten out of the bath right when the main characters were starting to get hot and heavy.

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