“Why are you giving the tip back?”
“I might own a bar, but I still have a conscience. I won’t try my hand at matchmaking anyone called Killyama. Love is hard enough without trying to fuck a woman prone to violence.”
Train slid the tip across the bar toward him. “I’m not looking for a relationship. I want her to join The Last Riders.”
“You’re trying to get her to join? You stand a better chance of getting shot in the dick than getting that woman to become a member. Here she comes. Slip out the back exit while I distract her.”
Train remained sitting as she approached, feeling his dick getting hard. He felt like he was drinking tequila with the way he felt when she sauntered toward him, imagining touching that satiny flesh she was exposing with his lips.
“I’m tired of waiting. I’m thirsty.” Killyama’s curt voice yanked him out of his fantasy.
Confused, he stared back at her stupidly. “Then drink your beer.” Train stared over her shoulder to see her beer and tequila shot were still full.
“I asked him whose cash you were using when he said you were buying us a round.”
“Really?” Train gave Mick a penetrating stare. “What did he say?”
“He said to ask you. You were supposed to come over and answer my fucking question.”
Train looked at the table again. “I see who was paying didn’t bother anyone else at the table.”
“I have standards. Unfortunately, they don’t. So…?”
“Viper paid.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He snaked his hand out to catch her arm as she was about to turn away. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Mick abruptly left, moving to the other side of the bar as he rolled his eyes toward the exit.
Train tightened his grip on her arm when she tried to pull away.
“I figured, if you couldn’t even take a woman out to dinner after you fucked her, you’re certainly too cheap to buy her and her friends a drink.”
Train clenched his jaw in frustration, his boots hitting the floor. Maneuvering through the crowd, he dragged her to a small table at the back of the bar.
“Sit down.”
“Make me.”
Train dropped her arm, staring at her coldly. “Let’s get this straight between us right now. I don’t like playing games. I would like to talk to you and get some shit settled between us, so we can at least be civil when others are around. But if you’re too immature to listen, then I guess we don’t have anything to talk about anyway.”
He expected her to storm off; therefore, it took him a moment to realize that she had taken the chair he had pulled out for her.
Sitting down across from her gave him a view of the bar as he gathered his thoughts to begin the conversation that would either end in another argument or a cease-fire.
“I’m not a man who enjoys conflict. I’m also not one who will run from it, either. I have tried to talk to you about the day we spent together, and every time, we just get in a fight. I’m tired of you making me feel like shit, or that I took advantage of you. We both know that isn’t true.”
“I never said you took advantage—”
“You implied it to everyone who would listen.” Train carefully monitored the range of emotions flickering in her hazel eyes. “I have never been dishonest with a woman. Ever. I like to keep everything on the up and up. That way, no one gets hurt. Unfortunately, I hurt you, which was not my intention. I really like spending time with you when you drop that attitude you carry around.”
“What’s wrong WITH my fucking attitude?” she snarled.
Masking his own emotions from her caustic words, he still sought to soothe her hurt feelings. “When a man is attracted to a sexy woman, he doesn’t appreciate being nearly run down by a car or nearly shot by one of her friends.”
Killyama’s voice dropped to a seductive murmur. “Would you prefer me to bend over and kiss your ass?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. You’re twisting my words again.” Train tried to cool himself down, getting fed up with her attitude toward him.
The afternoon they had spent in the back seat of her car was good, but if that was going to be the first and last they had been destined for, then he was just going to have to suck it up and come to terms with it.