Page 8 of Jackass

“Nah, figured you might be, though,” he hedged.

“And why would you think I might be? She hot?” I lifted my bottle to my lips and took a long drink.

“Yea, she’s hot.” He chuckled.

Blade didn’t laugh. Hell, he barely even smiled. So, when I heard a noise that came close to a laugh, I pulled the bottle from my lips and waited for him to continue.

He looked over at me, and the grin on his face had me nervous.

I didn’t know what I expected him to say, but it certainly wasn’t the words coming out of his mouth.

“She looks a lot like your girl,” he said.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t have a girl.” I turned back to my beer and took another long pull.

“She looks a lot like Sammy.”

I immediately spat my beer all over the bar top.

“Fuck, man, why are you always spitting beer everywhere?” Tank griped, wiping off the bar with the rag he carried on his shoulder.

I glared at the giant man.

Prospects didn’t talk to patched brothers that way, but like I said, Tank was big. He often got away with things others didn’t.

I ignored his flippant mouth and turned back to Blade.

“What?”

I hadn’t heard her name in three years. She was the one woman that made me consider settling down with an old lady. We had one night. What a night it was.

The next morning, I woke up alone with a note lying on my cut that said,‘Thanks for a great night. Sam.’We left Arkansas for Nebraska the next morning to start this chapter, and I never saw her again.

I knew it couldn’t be Sammy. She said she wasn’t from Little Rock. Anyway, we’d been here three years. If she lived in the area, we would have crossed paths by now.

I told Blade that and he shook his head.

“It’s been three years, man. People move around sometimes. I did for the first seven years of my life.” He shrugged his shoulder. “I’m telling you, I remember her. Let’s go get dinner.”

He stood from his stool and waited for me to decide.

“Christ, fine, let’s go.” I stormed past him. Stalking toward the door, I said over my shoulder, “You know as well as I do it won’t be her. When we get there and it’s not her, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

I pushed the door open and strode to my bike. We both fired up our engines and drove through the gate toward The Diner.

The ride was quick, but not long enough to cool off my annoyance at this wild-goose chase. We pulled into the parking lot and shut off our bikes. Wasting no time, I headed toward the entrance, wrenching the door open and looking around.

“There is no one here that even remotely looks like her.” I glared at Blade, and he grinned.

“Come on, let’s sit down.”

We grabbed a table and waited for the waitress. She walked over, her head down as she looked through her apron for, I assume, her pad and pen.

“What can I get for you?” She never looked up, but I knew that voice. It haunted my dreams.

If I hadn’t been sitting in the chair below her line of sight, I wouldn’t have been able to see her face.

“Sammy?”

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