Lily wouldn’t carry the baby down the front steps; she always used the side path to the parking lot.
Driving into work with Lily and John was one aspect of the club she was enjoying. Lily would let her pack the baby into the church store and hold him while she set up the register. She missed being around Lucky during the day and worried constantly about him being alone with the women members until Lily told her they worked in the factory until five. As a result, Willa always made sure she was home by four-thirty. She didn’t want anyone fulfilling any of her husband’s needs except her.
*
“That woman needs to grow a backbone,” Winter said, glaring accusingly at Lucky.
“I’ve told her not to wait on me. She’s getting better. When we first married, she wouldn’t let me get my own plate.” Whenever he had told her he could do something for himself, she would give him a wounded look that had him backing off. Therefore, Lucky had gone slowly, not wanting to hurt Willa’s feelings.
Shade stood, going to the kitchen counter to fix himself a plate of food. “Is it me or did her mom and dad’s relationship sound like a Dom/sub relationship?”
“It sounded fucked-up to me,” Jewel said, pushing her plate back angrily. “I wish that bitch was still alive so I could shove that book up her ass.”
“Me, too,” Lucky said. “Her father was wealthy as shit, but he only gave Willa’s mother a small allowance. Willa won’t buy dish soap unless it’s on sale. She works her ass off baking, gives most of it away, and still manages to live on the income she has left. Meanwhile, she has enough money that she wouldn’t have to work for six lifetimes. She’s already made her will, leaving almost everyone in town money, but she won’t buy herself a fucking pair of panties unless they’re on sale.”
Rider perked up. “She leave me anything?”
“I made her take you out. I told her you had a motorcycle collection that was worth a fourth of what she had.”
Rider’s face dropped. “A man never has enough pussy or bikes.”
“A fourth? How rich is she?” A glint of interest sparkled in Winter’s eyes.
“Don’t even think of asking her for donations for that school of yours. Who do you think paid for the new roof when the tornado hit?”
“An educational foundation I applied to that Willa told me about…”
Lucky nodded his head. “From what little Dustin told me, her great-grandfather invented a new method of treating rubber. He started a company in the 1800s that lasted until Willa sold controlling interest after her parents died.”
“What’s the company’s name? Maybe I should invest if it has that kind of longevity,” Viper questioned.
“I saw the paperwork. DB Rubber is the company. I’ve meant to Google and see what they do.”
Rider burst out laughing. “Don’t bother.” He rose up and took out his wallet, taking out a rubber and tossing it on the table. “Look at the back.”
Lucky reached for the condom like the one he had in his own back pocket, looking over the back of the small package. He couldn’t prevent his own laughter when he saw the company name at the bottom.
“She told me they made tires and toys.”
“I’m sure they do.” Jewell, usually the most serious of the women, was even laughing until tears came out of her eyes.
“We can’t tell her we know; it would embarrass her to death,” Winter warned, wiping her own tears away.
“Maybe she doesn’t know,” Viper said, trying to hold back his own laughter.
“She knows. She’s the reason I haven’t Googled it yet. Every time I start to, she distracts me.”
“What, with a rubber?” Jewell wisecracked, smacking the table with her hand when she couldn’t stop laughing.
“Viper, don’t worry about investing.” Lucky tried to choke back his laughter. “Looks like we all already own stock.”
Chapter 30
“Are they having a party tonight?” Willa watched Lily’s reaction as she filled the display with cupcakes.
Lily looked up from a notebook she was writing inside as she sat on a stool behind the counter. “Yes, The Last Riders have one every Friday night.”
“Are you going to be there?” Willa tried to pretend she only had a casual interest.
“No, I don’t have a sitter for John. Shade and I only go about once every month or two.” Lily looked back down at the notebook she was writing in, a blush stinging her cheeks.
“Oh.” Willa took her time putting the cupcakes in the display, trying to figure out a delicate way to phrase her question, but Lily saved her the trouble.
“When Shade and I go to the parties, we stay down in the basement, and only a few people come downstairs. They don’t …We mainly hang out and dance.”
“That sounds like fun.” Willa thought she could handle a night like Lily described. “Do you think Lucky would miss being upstairs during the parties?” Willa closed the display case, sick to her stomach as she waited for Lily’s answer.