The table waited for his answer.
“Curt wanted her to come home and fix his dinner. He didn’t want to wait for Megan to get off work.” Disgusted, he picked up the napkin he had dropped on the floor. “We tried to convince her to come back inside, but she refused, taking up for the trash she calls a husband. We tried to get him to calm down, but he’s obviously stoned out of his fucking mind. When he refused to let Megan stay, Knox took his ass to jail for a drug test.”
“I thought the Last Riders have employees drug tested when they’re hired,” Willa ventured shyly, seeing the men were angry.
“We didn’t ask Curt to because we were trying to find out who his supplier is. We want Curt arrested for something that he serves some major time for, not failing a drug test,” Viper explained.
“I wanted to talk to Megan—”
“Stay away from her. I don’t want you anywhere near where Curt could overhear your conversation.”
“I could talk to her parents.”
“She told King her parents disowned her when Curt stole some of her father’s prescription medication. They refused to press charges, and Megan blames her father for miscounting his pills. She told Knox her father was becoming senile.”
Winter could understand a woman wanting to take up for her husband, but Curt Dawkins was without redemption.
“I’ll have Evie talk to her when she comes back to work. I’ll also get King to hire Sasha. Maybe she can talk some sense into her.”
“Sasha?” she questioned.
“Yes. She’s only four years older than Megan, and she has an ex-husband who’s worse than Curt.”
Winter shoved her plate away. “No one’s worse than Curt.”
“Sasha’s ex is. Curt likes to go after defenseless women. Spike was thrown out of the service for breaking a little boy’s arm after he tried to pick his pocket.”
Willa suddenly stood up. “I need to go to the restroom.” She fled the table with her hand over her mouth.
“Maybe we should change the subject when she comes back,” Winter suggested, when Lily and Beth excused themselves to check on her.
“Yes.”
King had opened the bar now, which had been closed off from the dining area. It had a dance floor, where some of the couples had already started dancing.
“Come dance with me. Talking about Curt and Spike has ruined my appetite for dessert.”
“Me, too.” She let Viper help her to her feet.
When they were on the dance floor, she laid her head on her husband’s shoulder as they swayed to the music.
The dimly lit bar quickly began to fill. Sex Piston was dancing with Stud. Train was dancing with Sasha. Drake and Bliss were in their own world, and so were Rachel and Cash, who were probably enjoying the night away from their baby and Mag. Dr. Price led Killyama onto the floor, with Train staring a hole into the back of her head as Dr. Price locked his arms around her.
Her body became boneless as Viper massaged her lower back.
When the music stopped, another slow song started. Killyama and Dr. Price moved toward the bar stools near where she and Viper were dancing.
When Killyama held the bottom of her dress so she could slide onto the barstool, Train came up behind her.
“Dance with me.”
“No.” Killyama gave him a haughty glare.
“Why not?” Train wasn’t backing down, moving so she couldn’t get on the stool without ripping the bottom of her dress.
“No, I don’t want to become a Last Rider just so I can dance with you.”
“You don’t have to become a Last Rider to dance with me.” Train’s gaze flickered to Dr. Price before going back to Killyama.
Winter held her breath, waiting to hear her response, her hand tightening on Viper’s shoulder so he wouldn’t move them away from the confrontation. Viper cast her an amused look, dancing in place so she wouldn’t miss the heated conversation.
“I don’t?” Killyama asked mockingly.
“No.” A muscle in Train’s jaw twitched.
“Maybe you should make that a rule. If you have rules for fucking, you should have rules for dancing. What do you think, doc?”
Dr. Price motioned for the bartender to give him a drink. “Seems reasonable. They both require body contact.”
“Damn, I think smart men are sexy as fuck.” Killyama gave the doctor a sultry smile before glancing at Train. “I guess that means you’re shit out of luck.”
Winter had to bite down on Viper’s shoulder to keep from laughing at Train’s expression. They watched as Sex Piston stopped dancing next to them.
“Dance with him, bitch. Let him know what he’s missing.”
“He knows what he’s missing. That’s why his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me naked. I’m going swimming with Winter tomorrow. You should come over to see my new tattoo. I had fuck you tattooed on my ass.”