Page 5 of Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea

Her GREETING made my blood run cold. “How the fuck do you know my name?” I growled. To say I was stunned would be putting it lightly.

“Odd question for a guy who walks around wearing a name tag.” Callie grinned and pointed to the patch on my kutte. “I’m Callie—”

“I know who you are. You called me Mr. Kimble. How did you know my... birth name?” I asked with equal amount intrigue and annoyance.

“I’m resourceful,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Okay, but...”

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been staring at me.”

“I didn’t mean to stare, I was just...I saw you with Elsie Miller and I just...”

“Yes?” Callie prodded. Her tone remained sweet, but I felt like I was on the stand.

“I thought you were great during the trial and I’m sorry you lost the case.” Callie’s expression softened and I continued, “I appreciate you being there for that little girl and her family. At least...for trying anyway.”

Callie cleared her throat. “Thank you, Mr. Kimble. I must admit, this was sweet of you and unexpected.”

“Yeah, again about the Kimble thing,” I said, looking around. “How exactly do you know who I am?”

“Giant bikers tend to stand out in places like courthouses,” she replied.

“That doesn’t explain how you know my real name.”

“Lawyers have access to legal documents, and name change requests are easily accessible.”

“Still not an explanation,” I said, now more annoyed than intrigued.

“Let’s just say I tend to get curious about outlaw bikers who may or may not be stalking me.”

“Stalking you? I’ve never stalked anyone in my life,” I protested.

“Then why are you here at the courthouse?”

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