Epilogue from: Chasing Butterflies Bad Girls:
Book One
The self-serve gas station was deserted as he filled up his motorcycle, except for the attendant behind the counter inside, waiting for him to pay up. Fuck, it was hot, and all he wanted was some food, a shower, and a comfortable bed to catch some Z’s. It’d been a long trip but well worth the headache to get here. Sawyer was like a sister to all of them and Toby had sent him down here to keep an eye on things. They worried about her all alone in a place that held so many bad memories to keep her company.
He needed a change of scenery and this was his chance to start over.
He was done pumping and tightened his gas cap before he ran inside to get a move on. Baby girl was waiting for him and would probably be worried if he didn’t show up soon. He straddled the bike, unhooked his helmet, and was about to put it on when a noise from across the street distracted him from his task.
The woman making the racket was short, stacked, and curvy in all the right places. Not his usual type, but she intrigued him none the less even from afar, so he thought what the hell and ran across the street to see what the matter was.
The woman was on the sidewalk in front of the store she’d just left and was quickly scrambling to get all her stuff back inside the sack she’d dropped by accident.
“Can I help you out over here?” He knelt down to get a better look at her haggard state. She was definitely anxious about something, but what? It hadn’t taken long to find out once he paid better attention to the situation.
“I’m such a klutz sometimes, I swear,” she mumbled, and finally looked up. “If you’d really like to help, you’ll pass me my belongings before that old coot comes over. She’s a gossip and I don’t need the headache.”
He looked behind him where she pointed to see a wrinkly old lady about two blocks away approaching quickly. “Whatever you say,” he said and shrugged. He quickly helped her out, only to realize why she was so frantic as he was putting everything he’d found back in the bag she held out.
She looked innocent, but she was anything but. He quirked a brow in surprise to see a monstrous pink vibrator, some anal lube, and various other sex toys inside. He shifted when his dick got hard and nearly groaned. Clearly his cock had plans of its own.
“Brodie Mace, but my friends just call me Mace. And you are?” He held out his hand as he introduced himself and waited for her to do the same.
Her face flushed and she quickly stuffed the bag back into her oversized purse to hide the evidence of what he had seen inside, but little did she know he had a photographic memory. Oh, this woman was something all right. Someone he wouldn’t mind getting to know better. Innocent on the outside but clearly something wild in the sheets.
His kind of woman, after all.
“Oh, I’m Becca. Becca Everett.” She finally shook his hand just as the little old lady caught up to them.
“I saw you dropped the bags, dear, and I rushed right over to make sure you were all right.”
The nosy little bitty eyed him up and he sighed. “Brodie Mace, a pleasure to meet you, Ma’am.” He shook her hand too and he could feel Becca’s eyes studying him, so he looked at her. “From what I could tell, it was all an accident, but Becca here is fine, and all her stuff has been accounted for.” He smiled when she blushed, a deeper red this time. He decided to save her yet again. “Well, I’m running late so I’ve got to get going.” He addressed the old woman. “Would you like some help crossing the street?” He didn’t have a clue where she was headed but held out his arm for her to accept or not regardless.
When she did, Becca looked relieved. “See you around, Becca,” he said, and he meant it. She was such a conundrum and it piqued his curiosity. Plus, she kind of owed him one and he was hoping to cash in with dinner sometime or something.
“Oh, thank you, dear.” The old lady patted his arm once they were across and he quickly bid her adieu without even getting her name.
Soon, he was on the road again, helmet on his head, sunglasses shading his eyes, and the rumble of his motorcycle vibrating his ass. He was on his way and the new scenery already held promise.
Fifteen minutes later, Sawyer was running out of her house as he shut down the bike. She hugged him something fierce as soon as she could and he laughed while he hugged her back. It was so good to see her again and looking so happy too. It was a pleasant surprise. “How you doing, squirt?”
“Ha, ha,” she said, flipping him the bird. “It’s good to see you, Mace. Took you long enough.”
“Tell me about it,” he teased. “I need food, a good wash, and some sleep, but before any of that, I need you to tell me more about the lovely Becca Everett.”
Sawyer smiled, her eyes lit up, and she rubbed her hands together. He knew that look, because she’d given it to him the last time she tried to set him up with someone. Only this time, he didn’t mind. Not one bit.