Monroe, Marla - Brandy's Bikers [The Dirty Dozen 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free

see about her next guests. It turned out to be the elderly Sims sisters, there for their Sunday afternoon coffee and pie. She’d almost forgotten about them.
    Once she’d taken care of them, she took the tea pitcher over to the two bikers’ table and filled up their glasses again. West suddenly growled and took her wrist, pulling the tea pitcher out of her hand.
    “Who did that to you?” he demanded.
    “What?” She had no idea what he was talking about.
    Kyle touched her arm where Jim had grabbed her. “This. You’ve got a mark on your arm. It wasn’t there earlier.”
    “I ran into the cooler door when I was in the back,” she lied.
    “It looks more like a handprint to me.” West let go of her arm and stared deep into her eyes.
    “Please, no trouble. I’m fine.” She grabbed the tea pitcher and hurried to grab the coffeepot to refill the Sims sisters’ cups.
    She tried to calm her racing heart. They hadn’t scared her. She’d been almost afraid of what they might do to Jim, and that was really sad. She’d felt cared about, though. That shook her up almost as much as just being near them did.
    They finished their tea and walked up to pay their tab.
    “The pie was wonderful. Thanks for cutting such big pieces for us.” Kyle smiled at her and paid for both of them.
    West eased up closer to the register and leaned in. “If someone is bothering you, we’ll be happy to convince him to leave you alone.”
    “No one is bothering me,” she said a little too high. She couldn’t keep the nervous flutter out of her voice.
    “We’ll see you later, Brandy,” Kyle told her, and the two of them walked out of the diner.
    She let out a sigh of relief then hurried over to see what the Sims sisters wanted.
    “Those two rough-looking men were very kind to worry about you,” Etta, the older one, said.
    “We all know how Jim is, and he’s obviously the one working today.” Emma, her sister, nodded her head.
    “I’m fine. I can handle Jim.”
    “We were just commenting that those two young men seemed really taken by you. Maybe you should primp up some for the next time they come in.” Etta smiled up at her.
    “I don’t think they’re my type.”
    “Nonsense, anyone who would defend a young lady is a good man. You can’t always go by how they look on the outside. It’s what is on the inside you have to consider.”
    Brandy nodded and gave them their tickets. She checked them out as several others wandered into the diner. She was busy the rest of the afternoon and evening. When nine o’clock came, she had already cleaned everything and had the front looking spic and span. She’d been lucky not to have a customer the last fifteen minutes before she locked up for the night. She went to the back of the diner and hollered at Jim.
    “I’m leaving now. I’ll lock the door behind me.” She hated the fact that she had to walk to the back to clock out.
    “There’s bikers in town. You don’t need to be out by yourself at night. You know what happened to you last time.” Jim liked to rub it in that she’d been attacked.
    “I’ll be fine. Night, Jim.” She clocked out and turned around to find him looming over her.
    “I’ll walk you home. You don’t need to be out alone. I’ve finished everything up.” He grabbed her arm again.
    She jerked her arm loose and went for the back door. She never went out that way because that was where she’d been attacked. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting away from Jim.
    She unlocked the deadbolt and hurried through the door before slamming it behind her. She nearly ran toward her house only to have Jim catch up with her.
    “You are one crazy lady,” he complained. “Do you know you nearly closed my hand up in that fucking door?”
    “Sorry, I’m in a hurry to get home. I want to watch the news on TV.”
    He grabbed her arm and began walking with her in a hurried stride. She pulled against him.
    “Let me go, Jim. I mean it. I don’t like you