Page 79 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
"I’m not a city boy."
"How will you know if you’ve never been there?"
I think about it and shrug. "Fair point. But I just don’t think I would be. As much as I like to complain about Gasten, I like most things about living in Montana. I get to ride my bike up the mountains as much as I want and the roads are never crowded. I think I would lose my mind if I had to sit in traffic every day. There aren’t too many people here, but I know pretty much everyone and that's comforting. And if I want to meet new people I just go to Medla. Or Colorado." I shrug. "Maybe one day, we'll take a road trip there, but for now, I'm happy where I am."
She eyes me grinning softly. "If you could do anything in the world, what would you do?"
I blink. No one has ever asked me before. My parents assumed I would follow in my brother's footsteps and looking back I never did dissuade them of that notion. Mitch also assumed that I would want to take over the business with him once our folks died.
And now that I have time to think about it...only one thing pops into my mind.
"Probably run a bar," I admit. "I think that would be fun.’
Her smile widens. "Somehow I knew you would say that."
That’s because you seem to know me.I run my thumb across her bottom lip waiting to kiss her again, when I hear a rumble of motorbikes.
They’re louder than my brother’s bikes so I immediately stiffen, before spinning around.
Three large, loud V8 Choppers entered the plains, and seated on top of them were men I unfortunately recognize.
Robbie's men.
They were part of the same crew of bikers my brothers and I beat up in Cockrey’s bar that time. They still like to hang out at Cockrey's and so far, we'd avoided each other. But they've never caught me alone before.
And while I'm not scared for myself – I could take three of them with my eyes closed – I am concerned about Patty's safety.
They come rumbling up to a stop and I can feel her fear as her hand sneaks into mine. I squeeze her hand for comfort. The assholes have blocked off the path of leaving and they know it from the way the leader grins at me.
"If it isn't Wes Norris," their leader says, dismounting from his bike. "I heard you were mouthing off about me."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Then you must not have heard well. Because I don't talk about you at all. I don't even know your name, bud."
His face tightens and he approaches me. "Oh really?"
"Really." Then I can't resist adding. "Why? Did you all miss me? Was I on y'all mind a lot?"
He sneers. "We ain't gay. Unlike you and your brothers."
I laugh at that. "Right. Of course you inbreds like toproject." I stare at his companions still sitting on their bikes. "Do you speak for them because they only know a few words a-piece?"
They snarl. The goons don't like being called stupid either.
"Wes," Patty whispers urgently. "We should go."
"Get your bikes out of the way," I say. "We need to leave."
"And if we say no?"
The others step off their bikes and stand behind their leader.
I smile. "Really? You folks really want to embarrass yourself again?"
"You got a big mouth for someone who's alone here. Outmanned."
"Yet, somehow you're still the one outgunned."
He sneers. "We'll see about outgunned."
