Moments In Time

Chapter 4

The next morning she showered and got dressed for the day. She made her way to the local donut shop for breakfast as she tried to figure out what she wanted to do until her little lunch date at 1. She decided to head over to the local laundry mat and wash her clothes. That would burn a few hours at least. Or so she hoped. She didn't have a lot of clothes to be washed. Once she was done with the wash, she headed back to the hotel. After putting up her clothes back into her suitcases she sat down on her bed and began scribbling away in one of her journals. Before she knew it her alarm sounded signalling it was time to go meet Tig for lunch.

She ran her brush through her hair then left her room. The drive was uneventful, although she still arrived a few minutes early. He didn't notice, however, since he was nearly half an hour late. He only shrugged as he sat down, not bothering to give her an explanation to his tardiness. She didn't care figuring he'd either show or he wouldn't. No big loss. Since she didn't know what he liked to drink, she refrained from ordering for him.

The waitress finally made it back to their table where he rattled off his order, along with his drink, then looked to her. She shrugged then gave her order as well. They sat in silence until the food had been delivered. He began asking her more about her disease so for the afternoon that was the sole topic of conversation. After the long lunch he walked her to her car which she was quite certain was unlike him.

"So where are you staying?" He inquired

"The Charming Inn." She retorted, "Why?"

"I just want to know." He replied, evading her question

She cocked her eyebrow at him, "Ooooookay. Well this has been fun...."

"I'll meet you downstairs at your hotel at 8pm. Dress like you did last night." He instructed with a smirk

"I've got no choice in the matter?" She asked, leaning on her car door

"Nope." He simply stated

"What if I simply leave town like I should have yesterday?" She countered

"Then I'll have my intel officer track your movements through your car." He instantly stated, voice dropping slightly

"Intel officer?!" She asked, confused

"Never mind. Be there at 8." He told her before walking to his bike

She watched as he walked away. The silver chain hanging from his jeans dangled brilliantly in the sunlight while the curls of his hair bounced and blew in the light breeze. He was mature enough to wear a helmet, which she was oddly comforted by, and couldn't help but watch intently as he straddled the Harley beneath him. The roar of the bike coming to life sparked a small part of her with interest as to what it would be like to have that rumbling beneath her. He didn't even look back at her as he turned to the right and headed back to where she believed he worked. She smiled to herself before climbing in and revving her camaro.

She decided to head back to her hotel and spend the afternoon swimming. For the moment as she floated around in the coolish water she wasn't thinking of anything. Her mind was free of her worries, cares, and uncertainties. Suddenly she began thinking of Tig and what he meant by I'll have my intel officer track your movements through your car'. Was he in the military? A gang? A government agency? And why would he go to the trouble of having someone track her movements like that?

He didn't seem to be the kind of guy who got attached easily or really needed a woman around. Hell he could probably get any woman he wanted to, if the waitresses reaction yesterday was any sign of his reputation! On top of that, she couldn't help but wonder why he's wanted to spend almost every meal with her since they met? Sighing, she finally climbed out of the pool to begin getting ready for her evening.

Tonight she decided on some nice jeans, a cute top, and some killer shoes. She left her hair down but slipped some hair ties onto her wrist just in case. For her make up, she opted for a sultry-smokey eye look that accentuated what she already had. She spritzed her ferfume, Outspoken Intense, and ran her brush through her hair once more. Making sure she had everything she needed in her purse her phone beeped signaling it was time for her to leave.

Much to her surprise, Tig was already downstairs waiting for her. Apparently her surprised expression amused him because he began to chuckle softly. She stared at him, noticing he had cleaned up at least a little bit. He wasn't wearing his work shirt and his face & arms weren't covered in grease like they were when they met for lunch. This time he was wearing a simple black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and some dark denim jeans. She smiled warmly at him as they stood in silence.

"You look good." He simply said

"Thanks. You do too." She replied honestly

"Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?" He questioned

"Nope." She retorted, raising one eyebrow at him

"Well tomorrow you can say yes. We're taking my Dyna. Come on." He firmly stated, not giving her an option

She followed him to his bike and watched as he threw one leg over it. Taking a deep breath, she took the helmet he offered her and delicately placed it on her head. Once he was satisfied it was on correctly, he told her to just swing a leg over it and that she could lean on him if she needed to. Taking another deep breath she did as she had been instructed. Smiling when she slid onto the bike, he told her to wrap her arms around his waist and hold on tightly. She wondered why that was until he started it up and then took off. She was quite certain she'd have fallen off if she hadn't been holding on to him so tightly!

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She'd never been on something so fast before. As they zipped around corners, she closed her eyes. How did they not fall off these things?! Suddenly, as if she just noticed it, she felt the wind whipping through her hair and felt the rumble of the Harley beneath her. Is this what the appeal was? She squeezed his waist tighter and then she felt the rumble of what was his laughter. A moment or 2 later, she felt his hand on top of hers. Something about the gesture comforted her and she tried to enjoy the rest of the ride. Where was he taking her? They were going the opposite way than they way they'd went the previous evening!

Just about an hour after leaving her hotel, he finally pulled into the hopping parking lot of what appeared to be a steak house. Once he let the kickstand down, she slipped off the back and took the helmet off. He watched as she smoothed out her hair before turning to him. Without a word, he turned and walked into the restaraunt which was nearly packed. She didn't know it but he had called ahead to reserve a table. It was a good thing the owner of the place knew Tig and was happy to reserve a table for him! Once they'd gotten their drinks, she had to ask.

"What did you mean about your 'intel officer' earlier?" She inquired

He chuckled, "I'm in an MC, a motorcycle club, called the Sons of Anarchy. He's just a member of it."

"What do you do? In the club, I mean?" She asked

He couldn't help but smile. It had been a very long time since he had to explain the club to someone. Most women he knew already knew everything about the club that they needed to know.

"I'm the Sargeant-At-Arms." He simply stated

"What the fuck does that mean?" She questioned, making him laugh

"I'm the enforcer of the rules. If someone needs 'punishment', I deliver it. I keep the order of the club, basically." He said

"Punishment? No, I don't want to know. Nevermind." She stated, as she decided that was something she didn't need to know

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