Scars Or Tattoo's?

Chapter 2

Four days later as Phoebe was sitting on her deck Charlie's ears perked up. Phoebe stopped typing on her Notebook and patted his head, they tended to notice each others movements without even realizing it. She then seen her jeep pull around the corner and closed her notebook. Her jeep pulled into her driveway and the mechanic Chibs got out, a younger guy on a motorcycle pulled beside her jeep, he got off the bike, walked over to Chibs, said a few hushed words then a truck pulled in and the young man got in and was gone. Chibs looked up at Phoebe on the balcony. She pointed to the stairs in the back and walked in and down the hall to let him in.

She looked at Charlie and said, "Mo chara" before opening the door as Charlie laid down close to where she was standing by the door in full attention.

Chibs stood at the door, eyeing the huge dog who was eyeing him back. "He is ok, he will follow my lead, trust me" as she stepped away to let Chibs inside. "Would you like a beer on the balcony while I get your payment for the work"?

"Aye, if you're sure it's safe"? Still looking at the dog.

Phoebe smiled at Charlie, "Mo chara, now go lay on your sofa and let us visit a little bit Charlie".

Chibs looked up from Charlie to her as Charlie bounced away, "Mo chara"? "Your dog speaks gaelic"? His eye brows risen with a look of even more curiosity of her. "My friend"?

As she walked into the kitchen opening the fridge for a couple of beers, "He speaks many languages, it's part of our learning curve" smiling at him, seeing his look of wonder. Handing him a beer and leading him to the balcony, "You have my bill"?

"Aye" as he pulls it from the inside of his kutte. She looks it over, "I'll be right back" she goes inside getting the cash she had laid aside. She had called Gemma earlier and had known the price and had it ready when they brought her jeep back. She always planned on keeping visits with anyone real short. Today seemed a little different.

She took the cash out, noticed he had taken off his kutte and laid it carefully across a chair. She sat in a chair with the kutte between them. Chibs tucked the cash into his pocket without counting it. Trusting she noticed.

"Your jeep is purring like a kitten, all systems are a go and you have fancy wheels now to carry you wherever you may decide to go" Chibs tilted his beer back with a half grin on his face.

"And I appreciate that, you never know where my wings will decide to fly next or maybe I should say broom may fly" Smiling big at him as she tossed her drink back.

"Aye, a sense of humor, good to know". "You don't find many people with horses in their homes, a very big one for a small place"

"Charlie is a great dane" "She is my protector, my friend, and she has a lot of beach to run and exercise on daily, as she motivates my exercise as well"

"So what do you do here all day, and several days with no car"?

"I'm a writer, simply put, and I have a golf cart that can take me here and there in this small town, we do well here"

"You write, what, romance novels"?

"Mystery, crime, romance, it's a mix of life"

"And you make money on this"?

"Is this an interrogation or can I play too"?

"Ask away" Chibs dares, wondering more about her. Noticing her green eyes and wanting to feel her soft skin.

"Let's see, Chibs, street blade, you kind of wear your nickname, what is your real name"?

Noting not something most women know, mention or even ask about, let alone his real name, "Filip, Filip Telford"

"Then I shall call you by your given name if that is ok with you"?

"Aye, I would love that" damn she makes him wonder. And she didn't ask him how he received his scars.

"Your in the MC"? "And from Scotland"?

"Most don't know the accent is Scotland, most think Irish, how do you know this and you speak gaelic" His curiosity grows each time she speaks.

"I'm guessing that is a yes, and that it's Northern Scotland" "I do my research as a writer" "Tell me about your club"

"Not much to tell other than we like to ride" "Have you ever ridden on the back"?

"Yes I have a time or two, love the feeling of the air and the freedom it gives you"

"Well since we are Mo chara, I should take you out sometime for a ride" Praying for a yes! Her arms wrapped around him, he can only pray.

"Maybe one day" and she stood up, he knew his time was ending with her. "Please wait, I'll refill your drink" as she walked back inside leaving him no time to respond otherwise.

What was he to do but stay put, she offered the second beer, maybe his prayers would be answered, he was enjoying every moment with her. But he knew this would not go far, she was not a type of woman who'd hang around his group of brothers, he loved them, but she was out of their league. He would enjoy every moment she gave him though and know he'd lose sleep with her in his thoughts.

She came out carrying a tray, "I had made dinner, and it's getting late, thought you might share with me, even though your Scottish, you might like an italian dinner" She laid the tray down, lasagna, garlic bread and two more beers.

"Ma'am, I shouldn't but your tempting me" eyeing the beautiful lasagna in front of him.

"I always eat alone, please humor me tonight" going back in for two plates and forks.

Coming back out she cut into the dinner serving him then herself. They seemed to eat in silence, as she watched him seem to enjoy the dinner. It pleased her to know others loved her cooking, she did enjoy cooking, it was sad that she shared it with no one these days, and she prayed he was a gentle man and this would be a good night, God knows she had many that were not.

He looked over at her, then speaking, "Are you happy"?

"Interesting question, why do you ask"?

"You should be, are you"?

"Sometimes, sometimes not" wondering where that question came from.

"Your lasagna was very good, you are a very good cook" "Cooking makes you happy, aye"?

"It does" "And thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it"

"And I must be going, don't want to overstay my welcome"

"And you are welcome to come again, I promise Charlie will be on her best behavior" smiling, wishing he wasn't leaving, it had been so long since she had sat and visited with anyone, then again, maybe she should be, she wonders.

"Aye, I will my lass, not sure when but you will see me again, real soon" He walked to the door, took her hand, leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. Noticing her tiny flench as he leaned in, but loved the sweet smell of her hair.

Letting her hand go, he went down the stairs to his bike, looked up at the balcony and waved as he started his bike and rode off.

Phoebe stood clutching the rail. Should she run or stay? She knew not to get close to anyone and she wanted to know him better, her thoughts were torn. She would not sleep tonight.