At least she’s honest, Rachel thought.
“Not many would turn him down,” Rachel acknowledged. “Is that what you want for yourself, Cheryl? To be just another woman to those men?”
“Why not? That’s all I was to Jared.” Cheryl leaned against the side of her car, tears sliding down her cheeks.
“I don’t think so, Cheryl. He married you. He had affairs, but he always came home to you. He may have been an idiot, but to him, you were special.”
She wiped the tears away from her cheeks, staring at her hopefully. “You think so?”
“Yes, I do.”
“He’s pretty mad at me. He’s fighting the divorce,” Cheryl admitted.
“Make him pay for cheating on you, just don’t lose yourself in the process.”
Cheryl nodded her head before getting into her car.
“Need a ride?”
“Thanks.” Her and Cheryl would never be friends, but Rachel might as well get used to tolerating her presence just like the rest of the women at the club. Heaven help her, she knew it wasn’t going to be her last visit to the clubhouse.
Chapter 32
“What’s taking so long?” Mag’s impatience had Rachel hurrying to her side.
“I had to park the car,” she explained.
The whole town must be at the festival; she’d had to park at the end of the parking lot.
She took the handles of Mag’s wheelchair, pushing it along the busy street filled with townspeople and tourists. Rachel didn’t know why anyone would waste the time to come to the annual Arts and Crafts Festival, but it drew a huge crowd every year. She was finally able to make it to the church parking lot, which had been set up with different booths showing the artisans of the area and various foods. She pushed Mag to one of the tables.
“I’ll grab us something to eat.”
“Hurry up; I’m starving,” Mag demanded.
Rachel looked down into her tired eyes, realizing her blustering behavior was because she wasn’t feeling well.
“I’ll be right back,” she promised.
She found a booth, getting Mag a plate and drink before taking it back to her. Rachel wasn’t hungry, so she sat and talked to Mag as she ate, sipping on her iced tea.
“Hi, Rachel!” Rachel waved as Lily, with the rest of The Last Riders following, approached the table.
Cash took a seat next to her, his expression telling her he wasn’t happy with her leaving him during the night again.
“Hi, Lily.” She ignored Cash’s tight-lipped anger to greet her friend.
“You’re not eating?” Lily asked.
“I’m afraid to. There’s enough fatback in those dishes to take down a horse.” Rachel had managed to find a few things for Mag that weren’t swimming in grease.
“I’m starved. I’ll be back in a minute.” Lily left while the bikers remained clustered around the table.
“Exactly when did you sneak out?” Cash asked, breaking his silence.
“Around two. Don’t worry, I didn’t walk home; Cheryl gave me a ride.”
Cash didn’t look any happier with her answer. Rachel shrugged, not letting his injured masculine pride ruin her day.
Beth gave her a wink, listening to the conversation.
“You’re not hungry?” Rachel asked her.
“I’m with you. Thank God I’m not pregnant anymore and don’t get the cravings Lily does.”
Rachel watched as Lily went from booth to booth, getting samples of everyone’s food.
“When did Brooke learn to cook beans and greens?” Rachel was surprised she would participate in the festival.
“I have no idea,” Beth said then added, “You going to try it?”
“No, it would be too depressing if she can cook as good as she looks.” No self-respecting country girl could stand for her cooking to be upstaged by a city girl.
Lily came back to the table with a huge plate, sitting down between her and Mag.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Rachel asked Cash.
“Later.” His eyes were on a large group of men, sitting at a nearby table.
“You don’t like them, do you?”
“No.”
“Why? They seem friendly enough.”
“So was Ted Bundy.”
Shocked at the comparison, she saw that the rest of The Last Riders weren’t happy to see Scorpion and his friends. Viper had a frown, and Shade’s eyes had turned deadly. Something was going on that made these men nervous. Rachel was smart enough to realize that if they were worried, she should be also. Furthermore, she didn’t think it was a good thing Cash had compared them to a serial murderer.
“I can’t eat anymore.” Lily pushed her plate away, looking queasy.
“You only ate a biscuit.” Rachel looked down at Lily’s practically untouched plate.
“I guess it’s not agreeing with the baby.” Lily turned green, getting up from the table with Shade’s help. Seconds later, she darted to the nearest restroom inside the church.
“No need wasting food.” Mag reached out, pulling the plate toward her.
Rachel didn’t say anything. Compared to the plate she had fixed her, Lily’s looked like a banquet.