Page 29 of Gunner

He was probably right.

I’ve known quite a few women in my life and never understood a single one of them. I had no clue why Sarah would be mad at me. I mean, we had a great time. Best night of my life. What the hell did I do to piss her off already?

Too damn tired to figure it out, I decided to worry about it tomorrow. After paying Travis, I walked back into the tavern, got my keys from Scribe and headed home because this night was officially over.

I still didn’t know what to do about Sarah, and with Holly shouting that marriage shit for all to hear. I knew come morning, the tongues would be wagging. Thirty minutes later, I walked into the clubhouse and headed straight for my room.

Sunday...

“Wakey-Wakey. Eggs and bakey,” an annoying voice laughed, as my bed jiggled. Groaning, I opened my eyes to find Bailey sitting in a chair next to me, her little booted foot resting on my bed as she shook it, trying to wake me.

“Go away.”

“Can’t do that. I heard something interesting in town this morning.”

“Whatever it is, go tell King. I’m not interested,” I groaned, grabbing my pillow, covering my head. God help me. Bailey was annoying on a good day. But when she got a burr up her ass, she was hell on wheels. The womandidn’t know the meaning of quit.

“Already did that.” Bailey snickered. “He’s on the warpath. He’s in his office cleaning his gun.”

That got my attention.

Slowly removing my pillow, I looked at Bailey as she took a drink of her morning coffee. Not just any coffee, but a Styrofoam cup from Beth’s coffee shop.

Shit. That reminded me I needed to look into that shit King asked me to investigate. Which meant I was going to have to talk to Mike. There was not enough coffee on the planet for that shit.

“So,” Bailey smiled evilly. “Please tell me I get to kick her ass before you do anything stupid.”

“Kick whose ass?”

“Why her, Gunner? She’s a stuck-up bitch. Do you know she came into my shop and bitched about the ink I did for her two weeks ago? Not to mention she hangs out with the mayor’s whore, Val-ah-rie,” Bailey said, drawing out King’s ex-wife’s name as if it made her sick to even say.

Not that I blamed her. Valerie was a bitch.

Wait a damn minute.

What ink?

Sarah didn’t have any ink on her.

Well, none that I saw, and trust me, I saw everything.

Every glorious, perfect inch of her.

Yawning, I muttered. “Sarah doesn’t have ink.”

“Sarah?” Bailey questioned, her head tilting to the side. “Why would I be talking about Sarah?”

My head snapped to hers as a devious smile appeared and before I could come up with a plausible reason for my filter-less mouth, Bailey gasped. “OH. MY. GOD!”

The next thing I heard was her laughing loudly as she held her stomach. “Oh God. This is too good. I knew you were the stupid one.”

“Hey!” I scoffed, taking offense. I admit I didn’t think things through when it came to my nocturnal activities, but I wasn’t a fucking moron! In my defense, the brat just woke me up.

Nobody thought clearly when they just woke up!

“Well, ditch digger, you better start shoveling, because when Mike finds out, he’s gonna kill you.”

“He’s not going to kill me because he’s never going to find out.”