Wall: A Steel Bones Motorcycle Club Romance by Cate C Wells

Author:Cate C Wells [Wells, Cate C]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

MONA

There’s no lying to myself this time. It’s a date.

John texted at six o’clock in the morning that he got the ring. He texted an hour later asking if Broyce’s was okay for dinner.

Despite the fancy places they’ve opened up on the downtown waterfront, Broyce’s is still the most popular restaurant in Petty’s Mill. It’s a dive, but the steaks and hushpuppies are the best in the state. I told him Broyce’s was fine.

Then he called around noon and asked me if I’d rather drive into Pyle. Go someplace fancy. He sounded nervous on the phone. If I didn’t know him, I wouldn’t have been able to tell. When he’s nervous, his voice drops an octave, and he boils his sentences down to subject and verb.

Not that he’s the nervous type. Only ever around me.

A flush of heat creeps up my chest as I step out of the shower. It’s only four in the afternoon, but I wanted to give myself lots of time to get ready in case I get all sweaty again.

I can’t believe I’m getting ready for a date with John Wall.

Or that I’m excited.

There’s a thrum in my belly, and I’ve got that first date energy. Music’s blaring from my phone, and I’m swaying my hips as I apply my eyeshadow, using all three colors like they show in the diagram on the back of the box. Usually, I swipe on a nude and call it a day.

These days, I don’t spend much time getting ready, but it’s funny how it comes back to you like riding a bike. Batting your eyelashes against a tissue to get off the excess mascara. Dabbing scent behind your knees and ears.

I don’t think I’ve used my perfume since John left. It doesn’t go bad, though, does it?

I squint in the mirror at the finished product. It’s the middle of winter, so my hair’s lank and dark, but at least there aren’t strands sticking up from static. My face is round and my nose is pointy. I look like a 3D animated character. But a cute one.

With my makeup done, I can even pass for pretty. I didn’t think so when I was younger—my mom’s voice was too loud in my head—but I’ve got my charms.

Mom was big on advice. Pull your shoulders back and no one will notice that flabby gut. Smile with your lips closed to hide those horse teeth.

I flash a smile at the mirror. It’s a nice smile, big and bright. Happy looks good on me.

I return to the bedroom, ignoring the outfit I’d laid out on the bed, a conservative black button up shirt and gray pants. Job interview clothes. I pull out a sweater in dusty- rose that’s cut a little too tight and my second favorite jeans. They’re worn with a hole or two, but they do magical things for my butt.

I check myself again in the full-length mirror. You can see all my curves. I suck them in and let ‘em out.

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