Page 11 of Holley Jolly Biker

Which was what the two of us were doing at this very moment.

Soraya had just taken a sip of hers when she lowered the mug.

I had to bring my own up to cover my face.

However, I hadn’t made it in time.

Because Soraya looked at me and asked with a smile on her face, “What?”

I grinned, “You’ve got a mustache.”

She giggled, “Monnie, girls don’t have those.”

I lifted my brow, sat my mug down, then opened my purse and pulled out a mirror.

The moment she saw her face in the reflection, she gasped, and then she started giggling while saying, “Monnie, you have to do it too. You don’t want me to be the only cool one, do you?”

I shook my head at my girl, and god forbid I ever did anything that would make my daughter stop being cheerful.

Therefore, I followed suit and ensured that I also had a mustache to match hers.

Our giggles caught the eyes of the people in the diner, and just like that, everyone who had the hot cocoa made sure they also had mustaches.

I had just looked back at my daughter after laughing when I heard it.

I looked out the window, and that was when a rumble filled the diner.

Soraya looked at me with frightened eyes; my head whipped around, and that was when I saw it.

A pack of motorcycles driving slowly by the diner.

I watched them go by just as everyone else did.

And I noticed a few of the younger girls pulling their tops down.

I shook my head at them, then looked at my daughter.

“It’s okay. I promise. Remember what Mr. Robbins said a few days ago?”

She nodded, then smiled.

He had told us about the local motorcycle club.

They were considered one percenter, and they had fought with their blood, sweat, and tears to put a stop to human trafficking in this town and the four surrounding counties around us.

They had been successful.

***

It was four weeks before Christmas.

I was thankful that Mr. Wilson was closed on the major holidays and the not-so-major ones, being Valentine’s Day, Easter, Memorial Day, July Fourth, Labor Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s Day.

And Mr. Wilson, being a family man, if you have kids, you are off on Mother’s Day. And if you are a single parent, you are off on Father’s Day as well.

I adored my boss.

But now was now.