Page 45 of His Old Lady

She held on to him, aware of how comfortable it was against his back. It'd been two years since she'd ridden with him. The last time only happened because her car had broken down, and Curley had come to pick her up alongside the highway.

He shut off the engine and put the kickstand down. Tilted on the Harley, she said, "What's wrong?"

"You've got company."

She let go of him and half-turned, looking over her shoulder. Spotting Cal's car coming to a stop behind them, she said, "I wonder what he's doing here again."

"Who is it?"

"Cal. My old boss." She slid off the seat and stood near Curley.

She'd been clear when she quit her job that she never wanted anything to do with him. The others working at the lounge had heard every word. She was tired of him trying to push his way into her life.

Cal needed to get over his feelings toward her because she didn't feel the same way.

She gasped as if someone stole her breath. Lightheaded, she swayed at the realization that she could've been talking about Curley and her, and not Cal and her, except the roles were reversed.

Had she pushed herself at Curley? Did he want to be rid of her?

"Hey, Faye." Cal ignored Curley. "You're looking good."

"What do you want?" she asked, her heart racing.

"To talk to you." Cal reached out and flipped down the collar of her leather jacket. "I've missed you."

"Stop." She backed up a step. "You need to leave."

He moved forward. "Don't be like that, baby."

"She told you to leave," said Curley behind her.

He'd gotten off his motorcycle and pressed against her back. His hands covered her shoulders and moved her to the side, and he stepped in front of her. Blocked from seeing Cal, she bit her lip.

"Last warning. If I see or hear you've been near her, you're going to have a problem with me," said Curley.

She stared at the back of Curley's vest. Cal had no idea who he was messing with when any member of Tarkio Motorcycle Club got involved. If he was smart, he'd high-tail it away from her house.

"She belongs to me, and if I see you around her again or stopping at her house, we're going to have a big problem." Curley removed his pistol. "Understand?"

She leaned forward at his announcement and caught herself before she touched Curley. He only claimed that when he argued with her. She'd suspected only the Tarkio members knew their status, not the outside world. Definitely not Cal or her friends.

A car door slammed. She peeked around Curley's broad body. Cal had taken the threat and was leaving.

Curley turned around. "Get on the bike, Faye."

Hurrying to do his bidding, she slid on behind him and held on when he roared out of her neighborhood. Not knowing or caring what he meant to do with her, she settled in behind him.