Page 17 of Anchor

I want my wife back. I want my family back.

And I’ll get them no matter what I have to do.

6

Heaven

I squeeze the steering wheel as I drive up Main St. toward the diner, the Huntsmen Grub, my phone burning a hole in my pocket.

I try not to come to the diner, mainly because I don’t want my son around the MC, but Cassidy called, a woman I became close to after Steal introduced us after they got together.

Apparently, she’s having some crisis with Steal and begged for me to meet her at the diner. She promised none of the clubwhores or brothers are there, so of course, I said alright, but she has forty minutes to rant about what an ass he’s most likely being before I have to collect Micha from school.

Hopefully, then, I’ll have the courage to open my email and check to see if I passed the bar.

I sigh as I indicate to turn into the parking lot of the large diner, a tree with a sword going through it painted out front, my mind going back to my shit show of a date last night….

“Come back to my place,” Andy whispers as he gently runs his fingers up and down my arm.

I’m really wishing I’d worn sleeves and jeans instead of this dress right about now.

When I met Andy, after he serviced my car, I thought he was sweet, even if he was a little overweight. I mean, he has a beer gut, but still, he was a charmer with a nice smile, and he made me laugh.

Turns out the man is a sleaze.

From the moment we sat down, the man has not stopped trying to touch me; my leg, my arm, my hair, and his eyes have stayed on my breasts.

“I have to get home to my son,” I remind him as I pick up my glass of wine and place the glass to my lips, but I pause when I see a glint in his eyes that has finally moved from my cleavage and is now trained on my glass. Call me paranoid, but Travis’s voice is telling me not to drink the wine, and I listen. I put my drink down, and the scowl on Andy’s face proves my theory that he possibly spiked my drink.

I sigh. Maybe I should stay single and focus on my career and son because, so far, every date I’ve had has sucked.

Maybe you only get one love, and mine destroyed me.

Maybe I’m just supposed to be alone….

I open my mouth to snap at the man, but he grips my hand hard, making me flinch as he states, “You said your son is with his dad. Come on, come back to my place, baby….”

I swallow the bile that wants to come out, and open my mouth to snap again, but his hand quickly retreats when a rough palm lands on my shoulder. Instantly, I relax, knowing exactly who it is. My body is in tune with his, and I know this sleaze has seen the cut Travis is wearing—although, without that, he’d probably still look menacing as hell.

Travis isn’t exactly small….

“Andy? I thought that was you. Have you fucked up any more bikes?” he says, and I stand from my seat, grabbing my bag, before making eye contact with Travis.

He raises a brow at me before his eyes take in my choice of outfit—a little black dress—before we lock eyes again. His expression shows hunger but also anger, but I guess that is what happens when he’s never seen me in something like this.

I roll my eyes and whisper, “Just this once, I’m glad you answered my SOS.”

He grins, happy he’s the one I messaged, and looks over at a shocked Andy, stating, “My son asked me to pick up his mom. I hope you don’t mind.”

I don’t wait to hear his answer, so I quickly leave the restaurant and take a big breath in the cold air.

“SOS, huh?” Travis says as he follows me out, and I sigh and ask, “Where’s our son?”

I feel leather wrapped around my shoulders and I grip it as he states, “With my dad, sister, and Steal…. SOS, Angel?”

I wince and turn to look at him, my eyes racing between his, and I admit, “I accepted a date with Andy because he was everything you weren’t,” he flinches, “but he turned into acreeper, and I think he may have spiked my drink.” Travis’s eyes harden. “When I went to take a sip, his eyes were trained on the glass, taking them off my breasts for the first time since we arrived, and when I didn’t take a drink, he scowled.”

Travis breathes hard, his head twisting toward the restaurant, and I sigh, “I drove myself here; I just needed help.”

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