Lily and Diamond filled their plates, watching as Knox and Rider overloaded their own. They took a seat at the large table in the dining room where Lily sat across from her while Knox and Rider sat down next to her, one on each side. When Evie and Bliss joined them at the same table, their friendly demeanor put Diamond at ease despite their history with Knox.
Lily kept her entertained by asking questions about her job and where she had gone to college. She was familiar with Lexington and the University of Kentucky, and they talked for several minutes before a breathless Beth took the seat next to Lily.
“Razer is getting my plate. I didn’t want to fight the line.” As Knox and Rider had gone back for seconds, Diamond could understand. When they returned and they resumed their seats, Beth stared at them for several seconds before giving Razer a concerned look as he handed her a plate of food.
His carefully bland face gave Diamond no clue as to what was upsetting Beth. Knox drew her attention with a hard look at Beth as he asked Diamond if she had heard anything else about his case.
“No, it goes to trial in January, giving me a couple of months to prepare, but I’m basically at a standstill until we get the final results from Frankfort.”
“I’ll be glad when this bullshit is over,” Knox said, picking up his glass of Champaign punch.
“I need all the time I can get. If something new doesn’t turn up, it’s not going to go well for you,” Diamond warned.
“I made the biggest mistake of my life that day,” Knox said, the anger evident on his face.
Diamond squeezed his hand in sympathy as Evie and Bliss got up from the table, excusing themselves to wash dishes. Diamond and Lily started to rise to go help.
“Let them take care of it; it’s their punishment.” Knox stopped her with a hand on her arm.
“Punishment?” Diamond questioned, seeing Lily’s eyes widen.
“They screwed up an order that went out last week. The kitchen is the punishment they drew.”
“You punish them when they make a simple mistake?” Lily questioned.
“It wasn’t a simple mistake; a customer was kept waiting for the supplies they needed. They gave us a bad review and took their order somewhere else,” Shade said, pausing by their table.
“Then write them up,” Lily snapped back. “But punishing them like children is ridiculous.”
“Is it?” Shade said. “Do you think a written paper telling them they made a mistake is as effective as making them wash all the dishes and clean the kitchen for a week?”
“For a week?” Lily asked. “They should report you to OSHA.”
Shades lips twisted into what Diamond thought was his version of a smile. “It was handled as a club punishment, which is different than what we would have done if they had been one of the hired employees.”
“What would you have done to a hired employee? Make them mop the floors for a month?” Lily asked with fight in her eyes.
“No, we would have fired their asses,” Shade answered.
A thought occurred to Lily, who turned to Beth. Diamond would have bet her law degree on the question that was coming next. “Do you have to take punishments like that?”
When Beth didn’t answer immediately, Lily drew taut beside her sister. Diamond almost found herself smiling at the young woman who was like a spitting kitten trying to protect her sister.
“Then you don’t need to belong to the club anymore,” Lily declared.
“She’s Razer’s; she belongs to him and the club,” Shade said bluntly. Lily stared at her sister, wanting her to deny their ownership.
“We’ll talk about this later, Lily,” Beth said, taking Lily’s hand. “But I love Razer and you do, too, and you know it. The Last Riders are a big part of his life; he considers them family. I did know that he was in a motorcycle club when I fell in love with him, and it’s not like it’s an overly harsh punishment. The worst thing that could happen is dish pan hands.”
Lily gave her sister a rueful smile. “I’m sorry I overreacted, I just couldn’t stand the thought of you taking any punishment for any reason.” The women shared a private moment. “Besides, it’s your life and I know for a fact you’re very happy.”
“Yes, I am.” Beth smiled.
Shade once again started to walk on until Lily’s next words stopped him dead in his tracks. “We need to go to Arizona; they have cowboys, Diamond,” Lily said to her mischievously.
“Cowboys?” Diamond asked, not understanding the abrupt subject change.
“I’m going to marry a cowboy. Their gentlemen, kind and protect their women,” Lily said with authority.
“They do?”
Lily nodded her head. From the look on Shades face, the only cowboy in Lily’s future would be wearing leather instead of chaps and a motorcycle instead of a horse.
Beth laughed at her sister’s idea of a perfect husband. “Our father wouldn’t let us watch television. The only shows he would take us to every now and then were cowboy movies. Lily has been infatuated with them ever since,” Beth explained.