Page 108 of The Good Girl

“I’m one rung above a virgin. I haven’t reached hoe status yet.”

“Good point.” She nods, eyeing my plate of food. I take a bite of my burger before sliding the plate toward her.

“Fries before, guys?”

She takes a handful with a grin. “Works for me.”

“I don’t know why you didn’t just order yourself a side of fries to go with your salad.”

“I’m filming a commercial next week, remember?”

“You could eat fries every day for a week, and you’d still be in better shape than anyone in here.”

“You’re a bad influence on me, Pippin.”

I use my finger to draw an invisible halo around my head while batting my lashes at her. She throws a ketchup-covered fry at me, hitting my cheek. I peel it off and eat it because, hello, it’s a fry.

“What time are you leaving anyway?”

I wipe the sauce from my face before I look at my watch. “In an hour. The plan was originally to travel there and back tomorrow, the day of the signing. But Havoc decided last minute that we might as well go early and stay overnight so we don’t run into any delays.”

“Aww, sweet.”

“Hmm…”

“What do you mean hmmm? The man is taking you away for a night of dirty shenanigans, and you’re complaining?”

“I’m not complaining. Have you seen my man? My point is that being here doesn’t exactly stop the shenanigans. Biker, remember? He wouldn’t think twice about doing me over the pool table if he thought I’d let him. Until he realized everyone could see me, he’d get all snarly.”

“Sounds like Havoc.” She grins.

“It’s not that, though. He’s just been…not off but…I don’t know how to explain it. Like he’s planning something, maybe?”

She doesn’t dismiss me like I’m nuts. She thinks about it, a small crease between her eyebrows.

“Hmm…”

“See, that’s what I said.”

“Maybe it’s just everything with the other club. Plus, G told me there was a break-in at The Lookout a few days ago. Someone showed up wearing a Ravens cut. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jimmy is friendly with the club and comfortable calling Havoc to find out what the fuck is going on, we could have had the police at our door.”

“You’re probably right. It all feels so childish after the shootout. A part of me almost hopes they make their move already. I’m tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“I hear you. We’ve barely recovered from the crap with my stalker, and now this. I must be getting old because all I want is some peace and quiet.”

“I’m surprised we haven’t taken the offensive.”

“Being the mother chapter means we are held to a higher standard. The other clubs have to see that we’re not overreacting or overstepping. We have a whole lot of hearsay right now and not a whole lot of proof. Can’t take out the top two members without concrete evidence, not without turning the other clubs against us.”

I lean back and rub my food baby as I let her words sink in. “I guess you’re right. That reminds me, did you get things sorted with the insurance company?”

“Eventually, yes.”

After taking in the damage the RV had sustained, Amity decided to scrap it and get a regular car now that we were both living with our men anyway.

“They tried stalling and calling my bluff. But I have special insurance on account of it not just being my home but often on a movie set where weird things can happen. No point paying premium dollars for something like that if they’re going to be dicks. Anyway, I managed to persuade them it was in theirinterests to just write me the damn check and be done with it. And finally, they agreed.”

“Good, that’s one less thing to worry about.”

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