Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Candace Blevins Page B
Authors: Candace Blevins
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world.”
“Means something different to my dad.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. Apology accepted. You’ll let me pay for meals when we eat out from now on. I’m not going to insist on a whole lot, but I need you to give me this one.”
“Because you’re the man and are supposed to be the provider?”
I’m not stupid, I saw the flashing danger sign. “You’ve provided for my kids so far beyond what you had to, and I’m truly grateful you’re in their life. You’re a great provider, Connie, but I’m not great at being provided for. Please let me pay for meals when we eat out together.”
“You’re slick, I’ll give you that.”
Time to change the subject. “Most people are out of breath climbing out of that canyon. What do you do to work out?”
“I have a workout room downstairs, and I run on the treadmill and use the weight machine before I wake the kids in the morning.”
“Every morning?”
“Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I do yoga on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, but don’t work out on Sundays.”
“How religious are you?” It was a potentially dangerous conversation, but I needed to know and she’d opened the door.
“Oh, I don’t take the day off because it’s the Lord’s Day or anything, I just think my muscles need a day I don’t push them.”
“So, not very religious?”
“I’m not ready to talk to you about something so personal, yet.”
Well fuck, now I was intrigued, but I wasn’t sure if I could safely push for more information.
I was considering my next question when she said, “I don’t know anything about your family. Brothers, sisters?”
I sighed and told her a truth only a few of my MC brothers know. “My parents and brother were killed in a car wreck when I was fourteen, and I went into foster care. After high school I went to community college for two years and took the classes I’d need for a law enforcement career — criminal justice and some law classes. I didn’t pass the personality profile during the police academy and was kicked out, so I became a skip tracer instead.”
“I don’t know how many times I can say I’m sorry to you, but I’m so freaking sorry you’ve experienced so much loss.”
“It was a long time ago… and freaking ? Is that your way of saying fucking ?” I didn’t want to stay on the subject of my shitty teenage years.
“Maybe.”
“Can you say fucking ? Will the windows break around you if you do? The birds fall from the sky while lightning strikes all around you?” I asked with a smile, teasing her.
“No, but I’m not comfortable saying it.”
She responded with a smile, but now I wanted to understand her rationale. “You know it isn’t a sin to say it, right? Society has decided it isn’t acceptable. It’s one of society’s silly rules.”
“Yeah well, I live in this society so I tend to follow the rules. Silly or not.”
She’d given me her truth and I couldn’t ask for more than that. Time to change the subject. “Can I stick around long enough to tuck them in tonight before I leave?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. You overworked muscles you aren’t used to using.”
“My ankles are already feeling it, and a muscle in my thighs that attaches to my knees. I’m not sure I was even aware it was there, before today.”
“You run straight on your treadmill, and your weight machine has you lifting in a straight line. The real world has curves.”
“You think I’m too insulated.”
Fuck yes, but… “If you’re comfortable with it, it isn’t for me to judge.”
“But you don’t want your kids to be insulated.”
“If it were up to me, I’d homeschool them and never let them out of the house, but even that wouldn’t guarantee their safety. So, instead I need to teach them as much as I can about staying safe and defending themselves.”
“You agree with my father about martial arts.”
She said it as a statement and not a
“Means something different to my dad.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you. Apology accepted. You’ll let me pay for meals when we eat out from now on. I’m not going to insist on a whole lot, but I need you to give me this one.”
“Because you’re the man and are supposed to be the provider?”
I’m not stupid, I saw the flashing danger sign. “You’ve provided for my kids so far beyond what you had to, and I’m truly grateful you’re in their life. You’re a great provider, Connie, but I’m not great at being provided for. Please let me pay for meals when we eat out together.”
“You’re slick, I’ll give you that.”
Time to change the subject. “Most people are out of breath climbing out of that canyon. What do you do to work out?”
“I have a workout room downstairs, and I run on the treadmill and use the weight machine before I wake the kids in the morning.”
“Every morning?”
“Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I do yoga on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, but don’t work out on Sundays.”
“How religious are you?” It was a potentially dangerous conversation, but I needed to know and she’d opened the door.
“Oh, I don’t take the day off because it’s the Lord’s Day or anything, I just think my muscles need a day I don’t push them.”
“So, not very religious?”
“I’m not ready to talk to you about something so personal, yet.”
Well fuck, now I was intrigued, but I wasn’t sure if I could safely push for more information.
I was considering my next question when she said, “I don’t know anything about your family. Brothers, sisters?”
I sighed and told her a truth only a few of my MC brothers know. “My parents and brother were killed in a car wreck when I was fourteen, and I went into foster care. After high school I went to community college for two years and took the classes I’d need for a law enforcement career — criminal justice and some law classes. I didn’t pass the personality profile during the police academy and was kicked out, so I became a skip tracer instead.”
“I don’t know how many times I can say I’m sorry to you, but I’m so freaking sorry you’ve experienced so much loss.”
“It was a long time ago… and freaking ? Is that your way of saying fucking ?” I didn’t want to stay on the subject of my shitty teenage years.
“Maybe.”
“Can you say fucking ? Will the windows break around you if you do? The birds fall from the sky while lightning strikes all around you?” I asked with a smile, teasing her.
“No, but I’m not comfortable saying it.”
She responded with a smile, but now I wanted to understand her rationale. “You know it isn’t a sin to say it, right? Society has decided it isn’t acceptable. It’s one of society’s silly rules.”
“Yeah well, I live in this society so I tend to follow the rules. Silly or not.”
She’d given me her truth and I couldn’t ask for more than that. Time to change the subject. “Can I stick around long enough to tuck them in tonight before I leave?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks. You’re going to be sore tomorrow. You overworked muscles you aren’t used to using.”
“My ankles are already feeling it, and a muscle in my thighs that attaches to my knees. I’m not sure I was even aware it was there, before today.”
“You run straight on your treadmill, and your weight machine has you lifting in a straight line. The real world has curves.”
“You think I’m too insulated.”
Fuck yes, but… “If you’re comfortable with it, it isn’t for me to judge.”
“But you don’t want your kids to be insulated.”
“If it were up to me, I’d homeschool them and never let them out of the house, but even that wouldn’t guarantee their safety. So, instead I need to teach them as much as I can about staying safe and defending themselves.”
“You agree with my father about martial arts.”
She said it as a statement and not a
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