Page 5 of Out for Blood

“Girl, tell me you saw who just walked through the damn mall.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course she knew he was back.

“Yes, Orla, I did see him.”

“Now, maybe you’ll let him in your panties and make you remember that not all guys are dicks like Neal.”

“Jesus, would you stop?” I said in a hushed tone, looking around to see if Terry was nearby. “I am at work.”

“Yeah, a shit job with a shit boss,” Orla said, entirely too loudly.

“A job I fucking need, Orla.”

She shrugged. “Maybe…but now Cooper’s back, maybe he’ll be your knight in shining armour.”

I rolled my eyes, a scoff leaving my throat. “Yeah, because that’s real life.”

“We should go to the clubhouse tonight,” Orla said. “Get reacquainted.”

“Well, he did say that drinks were on him if I came by.”

Orla’s eyes lit up. “So you spoke to him, too? He’s only gotten better with age, don’t you think?”

“He’s absolutely gorgeous,” I found myself laughing as though I were a teenager with a crush.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she said, a smirk on her face. “I bet he could blow your mind if you let him.”

Terry rounded the corner, taking in Orla’s inappropriate outfit and moved over to her. “You only just got here, and already you’re using your work hours as a time to catch up?”

“Oh bite me,” Orla spat at him. “Fuck off and go perve on the underage workers you already probably whack off to.”

Terry took a step back. It was no secret he was a hornbag, and he did like them young, but he was harmless really. He didn’t have the guts to actually do anything stupid.

“Orla,” I said. “Go back to work. We’ll talk later.”

“I’ve already decided,” Orla said. “We’ll go to the clubhouse tonight. Come to mine first.”

She flipped Terry the bird and made sure to move her hips slowly as she walked back to her shop. I bit back the laugh as I watched his little face glow brighter than a tomato.

“She needs to stop coming in here like that,” Terry said to me. “It’s not hygienic.”

“She just needed to tell me something,” I told him. “We’re quiet today, I don’t think it upset anyone.”

“The way she talks…it’s not ladylike.”

“Orla would be the first person to tell you she ain’t no lady,” I laughed. “I’ve got this Terry. You can go back to your office.”

He nodded, straightening his tie. “I don’t think it would be good for you if you were to be seen at the clubhouse, Sheridan.”

My smile dropped, and I looked over at him. It was no secret that the Ghost Rebels had always had a bad reputation when it came to this town, but they weren’t animals. I knew so many in this town who did worse shit than them. I hated that they treated Cooper and his best mate Casey differently because they were part of the club.

“And why not?”

“Just…friendly advice given everything that’s going on with Neal and all.”

I rolled my eyes, sighing. “I think I’ll be okay. I’m a big girl.”

Terry nodded and scurried off like the rat he was. My mood had significantly changed since running into Cooper earlier, so a night with Orla at the clubhouse and maybe a little friendly flirting with the one that got away…yeah that sounded like exactly what would bring me out of my gloom.

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