Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
It was such a tender touch that at first she wasn’t sure she felt it.
“I guess what I am trying to say is I’m not giving up. Not on you, not on us. You’ve got me, Petal.”
Chapter Eleven
Over the next week, Kim was predictable. She made sure Tanya was introduced to every member that entered the diner of the Satan’s Death Riders MC.
By the end of the week, when the girls’ night was supposed to happen, Tanya had declined. She said it was her and Leanna’s night together, and she was never swapping her daughter for anyone. Kim admired her for that, but it didn’t mean Petal would get out of it. She didn’t have a daughter or an excuse not to be there.
With her blonde hair curled, minimal makeup on, and a black dress, she was at the bar in town. The same one they had gone to for Rosalie’s bachelorette party, which had ended with her taking her best friend home.
Colt and the guys had invaded, some strangers had hit on her and Rosalie, and well, from what she could remember, Colt blamed Rosalie. He’d been under the impression that her friend was used to male attention. The truth was, she and Rosalie had only been interested in their friendship and not men. Rosalie’s father had changed all of that. Petal didn’t know if she should thank him or hate him for introducing them to the Satan’s Death Riders.
“That better be orange juice,” Petal said.
Her friend was starting to show, and her cute baby bump was so adorable. Petal had to stop herself from constantly reaching out to touch her.
Rosalie laughed. “Trust me, I wasn’t much of a drinker before the baby, and I am not going to be now. Besides, this is just a way to loosen up and have a good time together. You should try it.”
Kim was already on the dance floor with a couple of women from the club. She asked Petal to join her, but she opted for drinking an orange juice with her buddy.
After Dirty’s declaration, she didn’t know what to think now. The following day, flowers had arrived at her door from Dirty—roses, which were her favorite. The next day, baked cinnamon rolls from one of the bakeries she loved. She couldn’t bring herself to toss the flowers or the rolls out. The flowers were in a vase in the hallway, and the cinnamon rolls lasted as long as breakfast did. They tasted amazing.
She was not getting used to the gifts, but Dirty was always at her door, waiting with his bike, to ride her to the diner. At first, she tried to decline, but it turned out all four of her wheels had been slashed. Dirty said the club was investigating. She didn’t know if the security cameras would be able to pick up anyone who was lurking beside her car. It had been a busy day, and anyone could have done it.
The shop needed to order her tires, and once that was done, they’d change them and she’d have her car back. Until then, her ride was Dirty. She had a feeling he was the one who had asked to take her home. He didn’t try to kiss her or prolong their time together. He was, in fact, a perfect gentleman, even more than when they were on that cruise together. She had yet to tell Myth and Rosalie what Dirty had said.
“There’s nothing to stop you from enjoying a little vodka mixed with that drink,” Rosalie said. “Help you loosen up and enjoy yourself.”
Petal laughed. “Are you telling me the only way to enjoy myself is to get drunk?”
Rosalie shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me, is it?”
She glared at her friend, and taking the final swig of her drink, she pulled Rosalie onto the dance floor.
There was a time she didn’t need anything to help her have fun. Life had gotten in the way, as always. Work and life, making tough decisions, and falling in love with a man who broke her heart. That same man now confusing her again, and it didn’t seem to end. It was an endless cycle of drama, or so it felt. But she allowed it to happen, and she wasn’t going to do it tonight. Tonight was about the girls, having fun and partying, and she grabbed Rosalie’s hands, shoving them up in the air to the beat of the music.
She and Rosalie were no dancers, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun trying. This time, whenever a man tried to get between them, they shoved him off. One song led to another, and she didn’t know when the Satan’s Death Riders MC had turned up, but one by one, they began to filter into the club. Petal watched them.
“Uh, Rosalie, I don’t mean to be a damper on this little party, but do you recognize any of them from the club?”