Throttle's Seduction(Insurgents MC Romance Book 7)(9)By: Chiah Wilder
“Kimber, you got a phone call,” Patrick’s voice echoed in the bay.
She looked up from the floor and realized she’d been daydreaming. She headed out to the shop and picked up the phone.
“Hi, Kimber. This is Riley. We met the other night at the Neon Cowboy?”
She racked her brain for a few seconds, trying to recall someone named Riley. She’d had too many shots and had danced with so many cowboys. Since her disaster with Chewy, she’d decided bikers were out and she’d give cowboys a chance. And there were plenty of good-looking ones who treated her just fine. “Riley? I’m sorry but I was kinda wasted the other night.” Wasted? That’s an understatement. I was fuckin’ trashed. Thank God Sarah was the designated driver.
“You don’t remember me?” Disappointment crept into his voice. “I was the one with the black cowboy hat.”
All the guys had either black or white cowboy hats, you idiot! “Oh yeah, now I remember. How’re you doing?”
“Doing great. I’m glad you remembered because we sure danced good together.”
“I remembered the shop you told me you worked at. You didn’t want to give me your number.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t usually give out my number until I get to know someone better.”
“That’s why I called. I want us to get to know each other better. You doing anything tonight?”
Who the fuck calls and asks for a date the day of? No way. “Yeah.”
“Oh. What about tomorrow night?”
“Busy again.” She yawned.
“How about Thursday night?”
Oh God, he’s gonna go through all the days of the damn week, probably the whole month. “Thursday night could work. What do you have in mind?”
“Dinner and maybe a drink somewhere?”
I gotta eat, and he sounds nice enough. I haven’t had a date in a while. What the hell? “That sounds good. It’ll have to be around seven ‘cause I don’t get off work until five thirty or so.”
“That’s awesome. Yeah, seven is fine. What’s your address?”
“I’ll meet you.” Kimber rarely let a man she didn’t know pick her up at her home. She didn’t like him knowing where she lived in case he gave out weird vibes or things didn’t click. It made it safer and less complicated that way. So, she’d meet men in a public place on first dates. The fact that she’d obviously met him a few nights before didn’t count since she’d been wasted. If he wanted to give her a hard time about it, she’d chalk him off. It didn’t really matter to her since she had no intention of getting serious with any man. She’d done that before and it had been disastrous.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Riley said, “Can we meet at your work and go from there?”
Kimber thought about it for a few moments. “Let’s meet at Jim’s Service Station. Do you know it?” She was friendly with the old guy who owned the gas station and she knew he kept it open until ten o’clock.
“Yeah, I do. Can you give me your number in case I have to get a hold of you.”
They exchanged phone numbers, and she placed the receiver back on its cradle. The front door swept open and a blast of hot air blew over her. Hawk walked in, taking his gloves off as he approached the counter.
“Hey, Kimber. How’re you doin’ with Banger’s bike? He left me a bunch of messages wanting to know when the fuck it’ll be ready.”
“Tomorrow. He sent over one of your members. The guy seemed to have a real problem with me being the mechanic. You know, me being a woman and all?”
Hawk looked at Patrick. “Who was it?”
Hawk laughed. “Yeah, he would have a problem with that. He’s old-school. Did he give you a hard time?”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” She smiled. She liked working with Hawk, and he never treated her any differently from the other mechanics who worked at the shop. She’d been surprised he’d hired her on because, from the way he looked, she’d have thought he would’ve been old-school. But his fiancée was a lawyer, so maybe he was a biker who’d slipped through the caveman cracks. She headed back to Banger’s bike.