She gave him a quick half-smile. “I’ll think about it.”
Train laughed, letting her hand drop to her side. “You want to spend the day with me tomorrow, thinking it over?”
“I’m busy tomorrow.”
“Doing what?”
“I need to help my mom with a few chores.”
“I’m off tomorrow. I could help.”
“You sure you want to? I can spring for pizza when we’re done,” she magnanimously offered. “I’ll text you the address.”
Hearing the door open, Killyama turned to see Sex Piston blatantly eavesdropping.
“Your beer is getting warm.”
“I’m coming.” Killyama took the silent hint that her friend wasn’t going to leave her alone with Train. She went through the door that Sex Piston held open, telling Train, “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Sex Piston slammed the door on whatever he had said in response.
She almost laughed when she saw Train come back inside the clubhouse seconds later, finding a spot next to Calder.
“Bitch, you need your head examined for even talking to him.” Sex Piston’s hard eyes bore into her.
“I’m not stupid. I took everything he had to say with a grain of salt.” Killyama winced when she took a sip of her beer. It tasted like warm piss. She hated the taste of beer unless it was ice cold and had a shot of tequila to follow it.
“Why give him the opportunity? You’re going to get sucked in—”
“Is that so bad?” Killyama snapped. “Beth and Lily are happy. Willa, Winter, and Rachel seem happy. Why would it be such a stretch of the imagination that Train could make me happy?”
The women seated around her gazed at her in sympathy.
“You think everything he says is bullshit, don’t you?”
T.A. nervously twisted her beer mug by the handle. “Yes, but if you want to go for it, I’m with you.”
Out of all the bitches, T.A. was the most optimistic about men. She would give any man a chance, which was why she had slept with most of the Destructors and the Blue Horsemen. She kept hoping she would find the one man who wouldn’t let her down, in bed and out. So far, her hook-ups had ended in failure.
“I think she should go for it, too. It’s better than her moving away,” Crazy Bitch gave her own two cents, which didn’t make Sex Piston any happier. “You want me to call Fat Louise and see what she thinks?”
“Hell no. I know what Fat Louise would say. She’d tell you to fuck him.” Sex Piston’s lips tightened when boisterous laughter came from the bar. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know the men were talking about them. “I’m not going to play the bad guy. You’re going to do what you want to do, regardless of what I say. I don’t want you to move, either, but if he’s why you want to move away from us, then I’d rather you do it now. At least you’d come back when you got over him. I’m worried that, if you did get serious with him and it didn’t last, you’d move away anyway, and after being with him, you wouldn’t ever come back.”
To Sex Piston, it wasn’t a decision between if Train would hurt her but when.
“Or maybe I can spend some time with him and find out I don’t want him. That’s what normal people do.”
T.A. shook her head. “We’re not normal.”
“If you fuck him …” Sex Piston started.
“I’m not going to fuck him.”
The women stared at her in shock.
“I’m not,” Killyama stated. “Yet. Or at least not until I’m sure he can keep his dick to himself.”
T.A.’s eyes widened. “How?”
“It’s not like Beth or Lily won’t tell me.” She shrugged. “I just want to find out if the man can stop banging every tail that comes within sniffing distance, or if he will be content to wait until his balls are blue, if that’s what it takes to get me in his bed.”
“What if Beth and Lily don’t know what’s going on in the clubhouse when they’re not there?” T.A. waved Pike away as he started to approach.
“Do you really think that if Train starts cheating on me, I won’t know? There isn’t a man alive who can pull that wool over my eyes. A man acts differently when he has blue balls than he does when he has a happy dick. If he lies to me about cheating with those hos, you won’t have to worry about me moving to Knoxville; you’ll be visiting me in Danville.” Killyama wasn’t joking, and they knew it.
Danville was where the state penitentiary was.
If Train did manage to pull the wool over her eyes, she would kill the fucker. She might beat the living hell out of the woman, but she would kill Train. The only one who would be doing a happy dance was her when the coroner wheeled his cold dead body out of the clubhouse.
“I’d be sitting in jail with you, and then my kids would be motherless,” Sex Piston said glumly.
“No, they won’t. I’d take care of them for you,” T.A. happily offered without hesitation.
“I bet she’d take care of Stud, too.” Crazy Bitch’s snide aside had Killyama drinking the nasty beer to keep from laughing at Sex Piston’s menacing expression.