After promising Mindy that I’ll keep her girl safe, Jenna and I jump on my bike and make it to Drexel in less than an hour. As we walk towards Mimi’s café, I hear Jenna’s stomach growl. I chuckle and look down to her. “You hungry, girl?”
She smiles. “I wasn’t, but I am now.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lead her into Mimi’s. “That’s good, cause this place has the best damn food I’ve ever ate.”
“I thought you said that Mindy made the best food you’ve ever ate?” she asks with a giggle.
“Well, I did. As far as Mindy will ever know, it is. If she thinks I’ve been bragging on someone else’s cooking, she may stop inviting me over for dinner every night.”
Jenna swings her hip into my leg, giving me a little nudge. “I won’t tell her that you said her cooking sucked.”
I step back and put my hands up in front of me. “Hey, now. I didn’t say that.”
She giggles again and walks to a table. “Since you’re nice enough to bring me to eat the best food ever, I won’t rat you out.”
I chuckle as I join her at the table. As soon as I sit down, a cute little brunette walks up to the table. “Hey, guys. What can I get you get you two?”
Jenna starts to look through her menu, but I jerk it away from her and hand it to the waitress. “Give us two country fried steaks with mashed potatoes and gravy. Oh, add two sweet teas too.”
“Alright, I’ll be back with your drinks,” she quips before bouncing back to where she came from.
I watch the waitress wiggle her tight little ass as she walks away, and for a brief moment, I wish that I hadn’t brought Jenna with me.
“I wanted a burger.”
I jerk my eyes towards Jenna, and thoughts of the waitress and her sweet ass fade away. “You don’t come to Mimi’s for a burger. You come for her country fried steak.”
Jenna’s eyes narrow in my direction as she places her hands flat on the table and leans towards me. “But, I wanted a burger, onions rings, and a big ol’ chocolate milk shake.”
“Too bad. I’m buying, so I get to order you whatever the hell I want to.”
“Fine, but it better be good,” she says before sticking her tongue out at me.
Within minutes, our food is on the table and we’re devouring it. When I notice that Jenna’s plate is nearly empty, I shoot her a big smile. “You still wanting that burger?”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Nope, but I could still use a chocolate milk shake.”
I look back to her empty plate that just moments ago held enough food to feed a small army then throw my head back and laugh.
“You eat any more and you’ll bust a gut,” I say as I stand up and reach inside my jeans. I throw some cash on the table and motion for Jenna to follow me. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I’m standing in front of my mirror, putting on make-up and thinking about Kidd. He’s taken me riding a few times over the last couple of weeks. Spending time with Kidd is awesome. I have so much fun; more fun than I’ve ever had before. We don’t do much other than go out to eat and ride around town on his bike, but it is still a blast. Just being with him is amazing. I only wish that he’d quit looking at me like a kid and see me for the woman I am. I know that most people wouldn’t consider a sixteen year old a woman, but I figure I’ve been through more than most grown-ups ever have.
I’ve just finished putting on my lipstick when Chipper walks into my room. “Are you ready yet?”
I lay my make-up bag on my dresser and turn to him. “I sure am.”
We’re heading over to the club house for their annual Easter egg hunt. When Mindy first told me about it, I was shocked. As far as I know, my Dad’s club never did anything with the families of their members, but Mindy says the Renegade Sons always make time for their families. They do Christmas parties, Thanksgiving dinners, Fourth of July cook outs, and even let the kids come to the clubhouse to trick-or-treat.
Chipper looks up and down my body, and then narrows his eyes at me. “Where the hell is the rest of your dress?”
I look down at my skirt and shake my head. What? I’m wearing a blue skirt that stops right above my knees and a white sweater that’s covered with small blue flowers. “What’s wrong with my skirt?”
“There’s nothing wrong with your skirt, hon.” Mindy says, as she walks into the room.
He turns to her and points to my legs. “It damn near shows her ass.”
She giggles back at his frustrated face, sounding like a school girl. “No, Dad. It doesn’t.”
Chipper starts to argue more, but Mindy narrows her eyes and quickly cuts him off. “She looks pretty as a picture, doesn’t she?”
He stares at Mindy for a few more seconds then turns back to me and pastes on a fake smile. “She sure does.”
“Then that’s all that matters. Our girl sure is a beauty, huh?”
Mindy walks over to me, grabs my hand, and leads me from the room. Chipper follows begrudgingly behind us, mumbling about his little girl flashing her legs. I look towards Mindy and see a smile cross her face. She leans towards me and whispers, “Don’t worry about him. He’s just worried that some of the guys will notice how beautiful you are, but you could be wearing his old Iron Maiden tee-shirt with baggy jeans, and they’d still notice you.”
I smile back at her then walk towards the door, not caring if any of the guys at the club look at me; which is a bold face lie, because I’m secretly hoping that Kidd notices me.
During the ride to the clubhouse, I imagine what his face will look like when he sees me. I know I might not compare to the other women in his life, but I think I look pretty exceptional today. I hope he thinks so too.
As soon as I get out of the car, I see Kidd. He’s sitting at one of the picnic tables with a blonde chick straddling his lap. Seeing him with her brings a rush of tears to my eyes. I turn away, hoping to wipe the evidence of my hurt away before anyone notices, but I know that I failed when I feel Mindy slide her arm around me. “Don’t let them see you cry, sweet pea. Wipe your eyes, put a smile on that pretty face of yours, and pretend it doesn’t matter.”
I lean into her, placing my head on shoulder. “It shouldn’t bother me.”
“Bullshit. You can’t control your feelings.”
I look towards her and smile sadly. “He thinks of me as his sister. Why can’t I think of him as a brother?”
She squeezes my waist and smiles back to me. “Like I said, darling, you can’t control your feelings.”
I feel her body tighten as she looks over her shoulder to see who’s coming up behind us. Kidd’s walking towards us with a big smile on his face, the blonde trailing close behind. When he gets close, he grabs me and pulls me in for a bear hug. He then leans down and kisses Mindy’s cheek. “How’s my girls?”
Mindy grabs my hand and pulls me back towards her. “We’re good. Jenna just got some dust or something in her eye, so I was helping her get it out.”
He looks at my face then places his thumb under my eyes and wipes my tears away. “Did you get it?”
I’m so focused on the feeling of his fingers on my skin that I don’t answer, but Mindy does. “Yeah, we’re all good now.”
He starts to say something, but stops when the blonde walks over and wraps her arm around him. “Hey, baby. You going to introduce me to your friends?” she says while shooting me an evil glare.
“This here’s my girl, Jenna,” Kidd says, giving me a wink. Then he looks towards Mindy and smiles. “And this is my sister-in-law, Mindy.”
The blonde ignores Mindy and zeroes in on me. “So, you’re his niece?”
Hearing myself labeled as a member of his family causes my stomach to roll. I love when Mindy and Chipper call me their daughter, but I don’t want Kidd to think of me as his niece. I stay quiet, hoping someone else will explain the situation to the bitch that’s still giving me the evil eye.
Luckily, Kidd does. “She’s not really my niece. More like a little sister.”
His words send bile into my throat. I look up to see that the blonde is now smiling at me in a way that sends chills down my spine. “How nice. A little sister,” she says, emphasizing the word little.
Mindy pulls me closer to her, gradually pushing me slightly behind her back. She smirks at the woman and says, “Yeah, but she won’t be little too much longer. Ain’t that right, Kidd?”
Kidd looks between Mindy and the blonde, a puzzled expression crossing his face. He’s about to say something, no doubt ask what in the hell’s going on, when the woman beside him goes up on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear.