Page 82 of Feeding Hope
Constance giggled, “Yours sounds stuffy, Professor Harper.”
“I’ll be outside.” Wolf said, shoving the door open.
“This is one of those moments where, ‘if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen’ applies.” She asked, shoving a hand into the thick mass of curls causing it to just get wilder.
Jinx and Frost just nodded as she grabbed her things where they could leave. If the other store owners were still around, they were probably wondering why she was being escorted by bikers.
Well, they could just keep wondering, Constance thought as she stepped outside and locked the door.
Chapter Five.
As Frost and the others followed Constance home, he couldn’t help but wonder where her husband was. It didn’t go unnoticed by him that she wore a wedding ring. It wasn’t anything obnoxious, just a simple silver band, so thin he barely saw it. Still, it was there.
When her SUV’s brake lights appeared, he watched her blinker signal her turn coming up. When the other brothers waved as they rolled towards Big Star Ranch and the clubhouse Frost followed Jinx as he turned into her driveway.
They parked behind her SUV and shut down the bikes. Glancing around the property, Frost didn’t see anything that screamed something was wrong, but this wasn’t his home. Parked off to the side sat a classic 1970 Pontiac GTO, with a pearl-over-silver finish. He whistled seeing the car. He had an appreciation for old muscle cars and that one was pristine.
“Husband’s ride’s nice.” Frost said as Constance closed the door of her minivan.
She wanted to tell him, she was a widow, that the car was hers and had never been Peter’s. It was so typical of a man to assume the car was her husband’s. If Frost was so quick to assume that, she wouldn’t correct him. He was probably the type of man that didn’t think women should be driving muscle cars. Hell, he probably thought she couldn’t handle herself but most days she could.
Instead, she just smiled, “thanks,” was all she said.
“Would you like us to look around?” Frost asked her.
When Jinxed shook his head at him with what could only be described as an eyeroll Frost ignored him.
“No one has ever followed me home.” He heard her say.
“Alright, you have Jinx’s number if you have any trouble.” Frost told her as he stepped back towards his bike.
“Actually,” Jinx said stopping Frost, “I’m headed out of town for the next two days. You got your club card on you?”
Frost tugged on his wallet chain pulling his wallet free from his jeans back pocket. Opening it he pulled out a business card and walked back over to Constance.
When she took it he brushed his thumb over hand before letting go. “Call me if you need anything.” He told her then walked back to his bike. He didn’t wait for a response.
Something about the woman was climbing under his skin and that wasn’t a good thing. She was married and he didn’t do married women no matter how fucking sexy they were.
“Listen Constance, I’m gonna send a friend—a brother to the food bank in the morning to put up cameras. His name is Cipher. Be nice to him.” Jinx told her with a smirk.
“Cipher. Got it.” She told Jinx even as her eyes tracked Frost. “Does he like muffins?”
“I don’t think he’d say no to them.” Jinx told her a little jealous that Cipher would get muffins for just putting cameras up. “Maybe I’ll stop by and grab one of those muffins.”
“Thought you were heading out of town.” Frost called after Jinx. The brother needed to keep his lies right.
“I am, asshole. Don’t be jealous that I might get one of her muffins.”
“Yeah, but those will be leftovers that Cipher doesn’t eat.” Frost said, his voice laughed with humor.
Firing up his bike he slapped his helmet on then left Jinx standing in Constance’s front yard shaking his head. With a last-minute nod he gave her a wink then shifted gears and rolled out of the driveway. When he hit the road, he twisted the throttle and shifted through the gears leaving just the sound of his pipes trailing behind him.
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Jinx found Frost sitting at the bar just where he’d found him earlier. Saddling up next to him he asked Twyla for a beer. “You left in a hurry.” He said as he looked over at Frost.
Frost lifted his whiskey glass to his mouth, “you had it handled.” He said before letting the glass touch his lips.
