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“No, I’m not.” Maeve frowned and reached for her cell phone. “She has a show?”
“She’s an online cook.”
“You know, that makes sense. I figured she had a blog or something.”
“She does have a website where she posts her recipes.” He didn’t follow the website, as he liked to watch his woman.
Maeve looked down at her cell phone. “How crazy is this?” She burst out laughing. “I’ve got my own channel and I didn’t know about this. You know what, I am going to tag her. Hold on.”
He was not on social media but he knew Maeve was popular as she had a makeup show. From time to time, he knew Doc was pissed off as she took some jobs out of town. His prez didn’t like his old lady leaving.
“That might help,” he said.
“What might help?” Maeve asked.
“Ever since she was kidnapped and used as ransom by Andy to keep Martha in place, Betty’s show suffered. She wasn’t making new content.”
“That sucks. Hopefully, it might give her a bit of boost. It depends how many people love cooking and makeup, that kind of thing. I’ve not been quite as active on my channel in the past few months. I still release videos, but other things have taken a priority. I like Betty. She’s a shy little thing, isn’t she?” Maeve asked.
“Yeah.” He ran a hand down her face.
“You know, the whole club loves her food, and I might have even talked her into donating the food she doesn’t eat.”
He looked toward Maeve. “What is your point?”
Maeve rolled her eyes. “Has anyone ever told you, you’re rude?”
“Do I look like I care?”
Maeve laughed. “Fair enough. My point is, she shouldn’t be this shy. She can make friends and the club adores her. I know Eden likes her as well. She has told me that Betty is very quiet. It’s kind of a surprise she does the show.”
He couldn’t have agreed more. In crowds, she attempted to sink within herself.
“She doesn’t make friends easily,” he said.
“And I can’t imagine that year of being held for ransom was all that fun.”
“No, it wasn’t.” He was not going to tell Maeve the reality of what Betty had to experience. It still angered him he killed the man so quickly.
“Perhaps Thanksgiving will help. I know Martha is pretty excited about it.”
Grim got to his feet. He had to make his way toward the bar. It was his duty to do the stock take, and he was also opening the bar until eight tonight.
“Talk soon.”
“So rude,” Maeve said, and shook her head.
He wasn’t interested in what she thought of him. Grim left the clubhouse, and there was Misty or Missy near his bike.
“Hey, handsome,” she said. “Do you want to go for a ride?”
“Fuck off.”
She let out a pout. “Come on. I can make your dreams come true. Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
She spread open her jacket, and she wore a revealing shirt, with her tits spilling over the sides. Somehow, her nipples were also on display. She had hickeys all over her from one of the guys.
“You want to make my dreams come true?” he asked.
