Heart on the Rocks: Rebel Souls MC #4

Brenda 1.0

I was drying the glass in my hand as I watched Tank go. His jeans sat low on his hips and hugged his ass perfectly.

Barbara's words repeated loudly in my ear "give him a chance."

They were the same words he'd spoken to me on the beach.

The same ones he was about to speak again. It was three in the morning. I'd been serving drinks for more than twelve hours and before that I'd been taking care of my mom all day. Right now all I wanted to do was crawl into my bed just to get up and do it all over again tomorrow. I'd have to be up by seven in order to get to my mom's on time to make sure she took her morning medication.

I wasn't lying when I told Tank I was exhausted. I truly was. My average night's sleep consisted of five hours if I was lucky.

Tank was a good man. He was the type of man that a woman should want to end up with. I knew that. I wasn't like the old ladies who hadn't known their men when they met. I knew Tank was one of the good ones. That wasn't the problem.

But he'd need taking care of too. Men always needed taking care of. And I didn't have anymore room for people who needed to be taken care of. I took care of my mom, my sister, the soul suckers, the club and lastly myself. I was currently last on my own list and I couldn't add another person to it.

Was I in love with Tank?

No.

Not yet. But I wasn't naive enough to believe that if I gave him a shot it wouldn't happen. And quickly. That's the type of guy he was.

He was long gone now but I was still staring at the door he disappeared through. My mind was spinning. Part of me hoped he'd come rushing back in and sweep me into his arms and carry me to his bed. That part was pretty loud right now. But the other side, my logical side that was clearly right knew we didn't have time for an old man. I was at max capacity as it was. How would I fit old lady duties into my life? There simply wasn't time.

And besides that, I still had so many questions.

What made him want me as an old lady?

How long had he wanted me? Even while I'd been fooling around with Hawk and maybe pregnant?

Why hadn't he said anything sooner?

That was why I couldn't talk to him tonight. In my exhausted state I would forget all the arguments I had about why it was a bad idea.

Once I was finished cleaning I turned the lights out and walked down the hall to my bedroom. I lived in the club house rent free and Prez still paid me for bar tending. The cooking and cleaning I did because the guys didn't have anyone else. They'd starve or drown in dust if I didn't do it.

It felt like a fair exchange for a rent free place to live.

I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow

My alarm went off at seven. I groaned sleepily. Four hours was not enough sleep.

I showered and got ready in less than ten minutes. When I walked out of my room, Boomer and the newest prospect who I didn't know the name of yet were up mopping the bar room floor. I was only responsible for the bar and what was behind it. The prospects did everything else.

"Morning," I said before heading to the kitchen.

I put three of the breakfast burritos I'd made the day before in the microwave.

When they were done I added cheese and salsa and half an avocado to mine before taking a bite and walking back towards the bar. "There's breakfast burritos warmed for you guys," I told them as I walked towards the exit.