King (Grit Chapter Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

a little clue as to what they used for.
    The most obvious one, he asked her to find a hammer. Seriously? Did men here not know that women knew what a hammer was?
    “You could work at the clubhouse.”
    “Look, Vicky,” Clara said, moving to stand in front of her friend. She cupped Vicky’s cheek and pressed a kiss to it. “This is your life, okay. This is not my life. You’re a club woman, and you’ve got something going on with the Prez, and I respect that. Please, respect my decision that I don’t want to spend my two weeks inside a biker club.”
    “They’d leave you alone. I promised you, you wouldn’t have to fuck anyone or anything, and I mean that.”
    “I missed you too,” Clara said. She stepped away and finished brushing her hair before tying it up in a ponytail.
    “Was this because of the sex? It has been a long time since we had sex with each other.”
    Clara held her hand up. “We didn’t have sex with each other, okay. We had sex with other guys in the company of each other, and I don’t mind.” She really didn’t. It was something they had actually done a lot when they were in high school. Mostly that had been making out, though.
    “If you’re working away from the club, I’m not going to see you.”
    “You’re going to see me. You’re here right now, and if you ever want to do any DIY, you know where to find me.” Clara gave her a wink and chuckled. She grabbed her purse and walked toward the door. “Are you going to see me out?”
    She didn’t have far to walk. Clara had gotten the motel within the center of the town of Grit. The hardware store was about a ten-minute walk along one stretch of road with shops on either side. She rather liked the quaint little town. Only there was nothing quaint about the bad-ass biker club that ruled the town.
    Vicky pouted, and Clara kept on chuckling. “You’ve not seen me for months, honey, and now you’re pouting.”
    “All those months you weren’t here for me to talk to, and now you’re here but you’re going to be busy.”
    “I like working. You know that.”
    “I also know it’s going to be the key to making you leave. I don’t want you to leave.”
    “You don’t?”
    Clara closed and locked her motel room door. Wrapping an arm around her friend, she pressed a kiss to her head once again.
    “You’re my sister in the only way that matters, Clara.”
    Releasing her friend, they both started walking in the direction of the hardware store. “I’m not leaving for two weeks.”
    “You see, that’s my point. You’re going to leave. Is settling down really all that bad?”
    “Vicky?”
    “Please. I know you, and I know with this job you’re going to get bored and when you’re bored, you’re going to move on.”
    They had both stopped in the street.
    “I’m not like you.” Clara forced a smile. “Can we stop making this complicated and just enjoy the fact, we’re here, we’re together?”
    Her friend finally nodded. Vicky was always dependent on her. Clara wondered if her friend would have found herself in a biker club if she’d stayed. Pushing those doubts aside, she hugged her friend. “I’ll stay for as long as I can.”
    “I’ll see you later today? Lunch?”
    “Sure.”
    Clara waited until Vicky walked away before making her way toward the hardware store. Hiking her bag up her shoulder, she made her way through the open front doors,
    Hank was at the front desk of the hardware store as she entered.
    “You made it.”
    “I did. Am I dressed appropriately?” She wore some jeans and one of the company shirts with the logo on it. Giving him a little twirl, she smiled.
    “Damn, the guys are going to be coming in by the thousands to get a look at you.”
    “You’re a charmer, Hank.”
    “I tell you, if I was twenty years younger.”
    He gave her that look that let Clara know he wasn’t thinking very appropriately. Hank was a sweetie. He had a couple of daughters himself, and she’d seen the way he was with