Just put one foot in front of the other. Look straight ahead. Don’t think. Don’t feel.

Kaylie went about her business like a robot, working her shift with precision, if not a smile. At least she wasn’t crying her eyes out the way she wanted to. She was able to keep it together.

At least until she served a cheeseburger and turkey club to Mr. and Mrs. Marcus. They were a sweet old couple who came in at least once a week. Kaylie had always imagined she'd have something like that someday- growing old together, taking walks, raising a family.

How could she ever have any of that with Dev?

Maybe he wasn't the problem. Maybe it was her.

His lifestyle was extreme to be sure. But he'd shown her that he was a good man again and again. Better than most she'd wager.

So what if he rode a bike and hung out with a bunch of tattoo'd tough guys. They stuck together like glue. If any of them ever needed anything, Dev would be there for them and vise versa.

He was loyal, to a fault. He was loyal to her, too. Even if she didn’t feel like she deserved it.

Not with the way she was acting.

If she couldn't get past all that then she would be the one missing out. She had no doubt that Devlin would have another woman just by snapping his fingers. A dozen.

He might miss her, or even be really sad for a while, but she doubted he would experience the soul crushing loss that she was experiencing.

Maybe it was just better to turn a blind eye to the club and the troubles that went hand in hand with it. If the cops wanted to harass her, so be it. She would just toughen up.

She loved Dev already. As time went on she was realizing that she wasn't even close to done falling for him. In fact, she couldn't think about anything else but him, and the way he'd made love to her that afternoon at the club.

Her cheeks were still flushed when she walked to Mae's to do the night shift. She had been glad for an excuse to get out of the club. She needed the distraction of work. She'd needed time to think and clear her mind.

And now she was almost certain she'd made her decision. She was sticking with her man, no matter what. Whether it was the right decision or not was hard to say.

She retied her apron over her pink polyester uniform and got back to work. It was busy tonight which was a blessing. It kept her mind off of… other things.

Her mind was in overdrive, with images of Dev and Grant were swapping places in her mind with intensely different effect on her. The things she’d done with Dev made her feel woozy in a good day, but then Grant’s leering face would pop into her mind.

She went from feeling very warm and gooey to wanting to run out back and upchuck all over her tennis shoes.

So being busy was great. It was neccessary. It was even working, keeping the demons at bay. Until he walked in.

Officer Grant.

Her stomach felt like it dropped right into her shoes.

The big officer was looking around the place as if he owned it. He caught sight of her behind the counter and his expression changed to one of unconcealed lust. He oozed his way toward the counter like the slime ball that he was and sat down in front of her.

He rested his big meaty hands on the counter. She had trouble looking away from them for a minute. It was hard not to imagine him touching her, in all the ways he said he was going to.

Officer Grant was a huge man. Tall and strong but also getting close to thirty and starting to get fat. His hands looked pink and swollen laying there on the counter like two uncooked chicken cutlets. If he ever touched her with them she'd scream.

Then again, she had a feeling he might like that.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite little waitress. How are you doin' tonight honey?"

She flipped over her pad and stared at it, pen at the ready.

"What can I get you Officer Grant?"

A disgusting smile crept over his face as he pondered the question. It was obvious that he was thinking about things that were not on the menu.

And never would be!

"I don't know, doll face. Do you have any specials tonight? Maybe something leftover, like sloppy seconds?"

She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. Was he kidding with that nasty talk? Suddenly she started hoping that Dev would do something to the guy. Not kill him but… something bad.

Maybe she was cut out to be a biker's woman after all.

"Let me know when you're ready to order."

She slapped the menu down in front of him and walked away. She didn't see Donnie outside on his bike making a phone call.