What Goes Around (Bulldogs MC #3)

3: She's Your Problem Now

^^ Robin ^^

I'm so engrossed in my laptop that I jump so high when someone sits next to me, I almost fall off my chair. I look up to see Pest grinning at me, and I give him a death glare. He's not affected in the slightest as he carries on grinning, reaching over to help himself to my coffee. My glare intensifies as I watch him slurp away at my drink.

"Not working today?" He asks, still ignoring my glare.

"You know, sometimes I really miss those days when you wouldn't talk to me," I tell him in a huff. He just shrugs. "George, my boss is in court in Phoenix all this week, so I'm working from home,"

He raises an eyebrow. "You didn't go with him?"

I scoff. "And spend my days sitting in a courthouse and watching a boring trial? Nope, I'm staying here. He doesn't need me there anyway,"

Pest nods and goes back to drinking my coffee. I sigh and roll my shoulders, closing the laptop in front of me. I moan when I feel fingers kneading the sore muscles in my shoulders, and look up to see Smiler grinning down at me. It's moments like these that I find it hard to reconcile this grinning man with the sullen, quiet biker who picked me up that day, all those months ago. He drops a kiss on the top of my head and I whine when he stops massaging to sit next to me, ignoring his chuckle when I do.

"Isn't that your coffee?" He asks, nodding to the cup in Pest's hand. I nod and he raises his eyebrows looking at Pest. "Do you have a death wish? Everyone knows not to touch Lenni's coffee!"

Pest gulps and looks at me. "Sorry. Do you want it back?"

I screw my nose up in disgust and shake my head. I'm about to reply when movement outside catches my eye. I look out of the window and my eyes widen when I see Robin there. She looks like a deer caught in headlights as she looks between the door and the road behind her. Smiler follows my gaze and sees who I'm looking at. I'd filled him in on our conversation at the café, and he looks at me confused.

"Aren't you going to go and get her?" He asks quietly. I don't know why he says it quietly, it's not like she can hear us from out there.

I shake my head. "No. It has to be her decision," I say, not taking my eyes off her. I hear the rumble of bikes a second after she turns around in a panic. She dashes from the car park just before I see Jay and Skids pull in, and my heart sinks. Smiler puts an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close as I sigh.

Skids' eyes find me as soon as he enters and he looks at me in confusion. "Jay said that was the girl from the café?" I nod and squeeze his hand as he rests it on my shoulder. "She'll come around, love. She just needs to want it, that's all. Remember what you were like?"

I nod and sigh again. I know he's right; she won't accept help until she's really ready. I'm not sure why I'm so hung up on this. I've spoken to the girl for about ten minutes, but she reminds me so much of myself, I just can't seem to let it go. I'm distracted when my phone rings and my face lights up when I see that it's Banjo.

"Hey!" I greet cheerily, my smile widening when I hear his laugh. "How was it?"

"Hey, darlin'. It was good," He tells me. "At least, until my sister got too drunk and threw up all over the dance floor!" He laughs and I join in.

"Are you okay? You sound shattered," I tell him, and I hear him yawn.

"I am. It was a late night and not much sleep. I'm heading out now to meet up with the New Mexico guys. I'll spend the night at their clubhouse and finish the journey tomorrow,"

I grin, excited to see him. He's only been gone a couple of days but it's strange without him here. "Okay. Be careful. Love you,"

"I will. Love you too. Keep the boys in check for me," He hangs up and I laugh because we both know that's impossible.