Page 6 of Property of Big Daddy

“For now.Tree,” I call over my shoulder.“Help Butch take the trash out.”

Her friend cackles.“I love this guy.”

“You ladies care to join me at my table?”

“Uh,” Gwynee mutters, looking at her friend, rubbing her wrist.

“I’ll catch up with you.I see someone I know.”Cecilia struts to the other end of the bar, leaving me and the gorgeous woman before me alone as Tree grabs the dipshit by his ankles and drags him toward the door.

Gwynee woodenly walks toward my table, and I pull out a seat for her.“Thank you.”She wears a bewildered expression on her face like she can’t believe bikers can be gentlemen.

“Did he hurt you?”

“I’m okay.”

“So, what’s the story?”

“You don’t want to hear my sad story.Everyone has one.”

“Maybe, but I asked because I want to know about you, Gwynee.”

“Get to know me or get in my pants?”

“Both can be true.”My honesty earns me a beautiful, full smile in return.

“All right.Fair enough.”

“That asshole, is that your type?”

“Thad and I were in what I perceived to be a monogamous relationship for two years.Today I walked in on him screwing someone else.I ended things.You could say he’s no longer my type.”

“Fucking fool.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your ex.He’s a fucking fool.”

“Oh.Right.He’s something.”

“Babe.From where I’m sitting, he’s a whole lot of nothing.”

“Are you telling me you’ve never cheated?”

“When I was young and dumb.Sure.When I was married, not a chance.”

“And you’re not married now?”She glances at my left hand, studying my rings or lack of a wedding band.

“Widowed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Was years ago.Moved on a long time ago.”

“Hmm,” she muses, as though she can’t quite figure me out, and the sentiment is mutual.

“Want to get out of here?”

“With you?”

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