Snapper shrugged. “Not really.”
Hmm, that was interesting.
“You’ll know her when it happens,” Gravel promised. “One second, you’ll be fine on your own, and then the next, you won’t know how to breathe without her.”
That was exactly what had happened with Birdie.
She had been in the orbit of the club for a while, but it never hit me that she was the one for me.
“You wanna point me in the direction of the doc?” I asked Gravel.
He chuckled and finished his beer. “I’ll take you to her.” I stood, and he grabbed my arm. “I’m the old man in this club, and somehow, I’m the one taking care of you young guns.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Well, I’m hopeful this won’t be a permanent thing. Doc says I need to be more optimistic about my vision coming back.”
“She’s smart,” Gravel grunted.
He guided me across the room, and I managed not to bump into anything.
“Doc,” Grave called. “This dumbass needs you.”
I heard Birdie’s laugh, and she stood up from the blob of people in front of me.
“I’ll take him,” Birdie sighed. She grabbed my hand and threaded her fingers through mine.
Gravel slapped me on the shoulder and ambled back to the bar.
“Are you okay?” Birdie asked softly.
“Uh, it’s kind of loud in here. Want to go outside?” I asked.
“Sure.” She turned and called to her friend that she would be back in a little bit.
“Is she the one who likes Snapper?” I asked once we were outside.
“Yes, but they’re both shy. I tried to get her to go to the bar with me, but she refused.” She stopped and looked around. “Did you want to sit down?”
I knew there were a couple of benches to the right, but that wasn’t where I wanted to sit. I may not be able to ride my bike yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t sit on it. “Let’s head over to the garage.”
“Uh, okay,” she laughed. “I am the one guiding you, so you’re going to have to tell me where I’m going.”
I nodded in the direction of the shop. “That way.” It was harder to see when it was dark out, and I had to really rely on Birdie not to stumble or fall.
She pushed open the door to the shop and reached to turn on the lights. “What exactly are we doing in here?” she asked.
With the lights on, I was able to see better, but I realized when everything was a blur, it was hard to find one specific thing. “Uh, you see a bike with an orange gas tank?”
“Easy,” Birdie scolded. “You are not going to ride your bike.”
“Doc,” I chuckled. “As much as I would love to ride right now, I know I would crash within one second. I just want to sit on it.”
She huffed and looked around. “I think there is a motorcycle with an orange gas tank over by the bay door. She pulled me behind her, and we stopped in front of my bike.
“Is it a coincidence that your gas tank is painted like a sunset?”
“No. I wanted it done that way.” I grabbed the handlebar and swung my leg over. “I wasn’t putting you on when I said chasing sunsets was my favorite thing to do.” I sat on the leather seat, and I felt like I was home.
“Beautiful.”
