Page 75 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

“What kind of question is that?”

“This is about our lives, Amanda.”

“I know.”

“So do you trust him?”

She sips her wine. I can’t believe Mallory’s ass right now.

“Is now the time to talk about guys?”

Mallory is that friend who will be fighting for her damn life but make time to talk about your situationship. She uses a stronger word when clapping back at me.

“If we’re going to trust your boyfriend with my life and going up against a fucking crazy Italian mobster… yes.”

Boyfriend?When did I ever call Ethan my boyfriend? I hate the smug look on Mallory’s face and I pour some wine down my throat to avoid the question and catch up to her drunkenness.

“We don’t need to bring this up.”

Mallory grins. “Sounds like we do.”

“Shouldn’t we be packing duffel bags and getting strapped?”

“Is that whatyour manhas been teaching you?”

“He kidnapped me.”

Mallory shakes her head like I’m the crazy one in this situation.

“He saved you,” she says.

I’m too scared to ask if she uses this logic with her clients.

“He’s… a country boy. He’s in a biker gang. He’s white.”

“So? I’m white.”

“You know what I mean…”

“He’s a criminal. He’shot.”

“Mallory, ew.”

“Listen, he’s not my type. I prefer the bad boys who go rock climbing and disappear to hike the Appalachian trail.”

She means very skinny white boys with ponytails. Not my type at all.

“He’s… I guess I trust him.”

“Was that so hard?”

“Yes.”

“Have you told him how you feel?”

“How I feel? Mallory, don’t be gross. I don’t have feelings for him.”

She laughs. “You are crazy.”

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