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“Sure. That sounds great. Let me put this stuff up, then I’ll go with you.”
“No problem,” Beth said, falling into step beside her. They were about halfway across the field when Beth spoke again. “You have such beautiful hair. Is there a reason you keep it pulled up like that?”
Donna resisted the urge to lift one hand and touch her hair, make sure it hadn’t fallen down. “It’s too much. It’s gotten too long. I’m thinking about cutting it, but I guess that will have to wait until I get to a town. Not to mention have the money to have it done.” She didn’t want to say that everything she had was because of Savage’s generosity.
“Really? What kind of cut you thinking about? It would be gorgeous with some layers that hit about here,” Beth held one hand near her own face a couple of inches below her jaw. “And framing your face. Have you ever considered color? I think a couple of the bright fashion colors would look amazing on you, but even highlights would make your eyes pop if you’re not ready to go that extreme.”
Donna stopped and turned to stare at Beth.
The other woman turned pink. “Sorry. I’m a stylist. Once I get started, I have a hard time not making all the suggestions.”
“You do hair?”
Beth nodded. “I brought my scissors, I’m not sure why but I tucked them into my bag. But if we want to do more, I’m sure we can find a Sally’s in town. Sadist said its only about a half hour away.”
Excitement and nervousness battled in her belly at the idea she could actually get her hair cut. “Can I think about it for a little bit? I’m sure I want it cut, but I don’t know how short yet. And I don’t know about the color.”
“No problem. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Besides, I think Sadist will be setting up in the bunkhouse later to do some tattoos. He’ll be busy for hours, if not days, with those. We’ll have plenty of time.”
Donna could just blink. She had never even considered a tattoo. Or thought about someone traveling to do tattoos. It was almost too much to process right now. Besides, she wasn’t at a place in her life where she was ready to make a decision like that. First, she needed to decide what she was going to do over the next few weeks, stay here in Wyoming or maybe go south with Savage and his friends.
After dropping her things off at the tent, taking the time to put them away properly so Savage wouldn’t come back and have to put up with her mess, she followed her new friends, at least she hoped they would be her friends, back to the main house. As they approached the house, she expected they would go to the front door and knock, but instead, Beth and Jailbait led her around the side of the large house to another door, this one standing open.
“Hey, we’re here to see what we can do to help,” Beth said as she led the small group climbing the steps and crossing the porch to the door.
“Hi. Thanks for coming,” said the woman standing in the kitchen, an apron covering most of the front of her clothing. She appeared to be seasoning hamburger patties, then stacking them up to be cooked later. “We don’t have a lot to do. Tuck, Lurch and the rest of the guys are in charge of cooking. We just need to make sure we’ve got plates, utensils, napkins, and trash bags ready.”
“Oh, that will be nice.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t looking forward to more than doubling what we normally feed around here, but Tuck said the men would take care of all the cooking. He had them set up an outdoor kitchen and everything. There will be some dishes and clean up afterward but that shouldn’t be too bad.”
“Sounds good. I’m Beth by the way, this is Jailbait and Donna.” Beth motioned to each of the women as she introduced them.
“Oh! I’m so sorry. I’ve got so much running through my head right now as I try to make sure it’s all ready. I’m London. Also around here somewhere are Kerry, Robyn, and Bonnie, but I’m not sure where any of them are at the moment.” She lifted one hand showing them it was dirty, as if indicating she’d shake hands but didn’t want to get them dirty.
“Tell us what to do. We’ll get everything handled in no time then we can go enjoy the evening while the men cook,” Beth said.
Hourslater,themealfinished, including all the clean-up, Donna looked around the open area between the bunkhouse and the barn where they’d parked all the motorcycles, taking in the scene. There were at least a dozen men, probably more, and at least half that many women, scattered around the area. Some in lawn chairs, some stretched out on blankets, others on a few benches or at the picnic table sitting outside the bunkhouse. As she scanned the area, she noticed that there didn’t appear to be any single women. She would swear she’d met everyone here and they were all paired off with someone. Except for her. Yeah, she’d come with Savage, but he’d told her she was free to go with anyone she wanted, if she wanted.
“How you doing? Can I get you something to drink?” a man she recognized but couldn’t remember his name right away asked as he stepped up beside her. He was blonde, tanned, and looked to be a few years older than she was. Not that she cared about his age. It didn’t matter and never would.
“I’m good, thank you. And no, I’m okay with this.” She lifted the can of Pepsi she held loosely in on hand. She hadn’t had alcohol in almost a year, it was on the list of forbidden things while she’d been at the commune, and with the way things were now, she had no plans to drink anything stiffer than the occasional soda for quite a while. She looked at him and tried to remember his name. it was something odd for a name, Claw? No, but close. “You’re Talon, right?”
“You remembered.” A big grin covered his face, making him look closer to her age.
“I’m usually pretty good with names.” She gave him a shy smile, but did her best not to be too friendly. She didn’t want him thinking she was flirting or doing more than just being nice. She turned back to scanning the group scattered in the clearing.
“You looking for someone?” Talon asked.
“Kinda. I was going to see if I could spot Savage.”
“That’s right. You came with him. You his old lady?”
Donna frowned. She’d heard the term a couple of times and didn’t think it meant what it sounded like but couldn’t be sure. She didn’t want to seem ignorant by asking, so instead decided to ignore the question and keep looking. She was about to give up, see if she could slip away from this guy and go lay down anyway, when she spotted Savage coming out of the bunkhouse.
“There he is. I guess I’ll see you later.” Donna waved one hand at Talon as she took off toward Savage.
“There you are,” he said as she approached. “I was just wondering where you’d disappeared to. Are you having fun? You want something else to drink?”