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“Yeah, but he looks like someone stuck his head in a garbage disposal.”

He looked down at the floor and shook his head. After a moment, he exhaled and looked up. “You said you saw her at Biggs. She the new girl there?”

“She’s the new girl in parts, yeah.”

“That’s Smidge?”

“Smudge, god damn it.”

“That’s her?”

“Sure is.”

“Jesus jumped up Christ. She’s a fucking looker. Peeb and me went in for fork seals. God damn. How old is she now?”

“Same age as your Ol’ Lady,” I said.

He shook his head lightly. “She single?”

I shrugged. “Ain’t sure. Smoke and I are thinking she might be gay.”

“One way to find out,” he said.

I coughed out a laugh. “Not like you in that respect, Boss.” I turned toward my bike. “I don’t fuck youngsters.”

“If you aren’t fucking her,” he said. “Someone else will be. Think about that.”

I raised my right hand high in the air. “Appreciate ya, Boss.”

If I’m not fucking her, someone else will be.

Oddly, that was all I thought about on my ride home.

Chapter Nineteen

Joey

The sound from his exhaust shook the windows of the house, giving warning that he would be walking through the door any minute.

Crap!

I was close, but I wasn’t finished with our celebratory dinner.

He pushed the door open, stepped inside, and let out a howl. “Holy fucking shit it smells good in here. You cooking again?”

“Yes. Chicken.”

“That’s not normal chicken. That smells good.”

“Chicken adobo. It’s Filipino, I think. It’ll be done in just a few. Sorry, I wasn’t sure when you were going to get home.”

“I sent you a text and said I’d be here at 6:00.”

You sent me a text?

It wouldn’t seem like much to most women, but the thought of him caring enough to send me a text message all but floored me.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t see it.”