Ride Steady (Chaos #3)(63)

And Joker was so not Aaron it wasn’t funny.

So all day I was also nervous like crazy.

But I shouldn’t have been. Somehow, things between Joker and me were just easy. Conversation flowed.

And I wasn’t the one making it flow.

He talked. Mostly about the Club, and that was mostly about his brothers, who he clearly respected and even cared a lot for.

He told me all their Club names. He told me all their real names (the only weird spot was when I asked his, he didn’t answer, and it seemed he was acting like he didn’t hear me but then again, he probably just didn’t hear me). He told me about their old ladies. How long they’d been in the Club. About Ride, the store, the garage, and the new store they were opening in Grand Junction, which meant they were already looking for new recruits since all Chaos members did their “time” in Denver before they moved on to other branches, like Fort Collins, Boulder, Colorado Springs, and soon-to-be Grand Junction. He also told me he designed and built some of their custom builds.

“Workin’ on one,” he’d muttered. “Show it to you and Travis next time you’re on Chaos.”

I wasn’t really into cars.

But I couldn’t wait to see his.

At my gently probing questions, he also told me about himself and he did that easy too.

No hesitation.

He shared that he was an only child (which, with his parents, was probably good, though for him in that mess, it was sad he didn’t have at least one person to love and love him back). I found out he was only a few months older than me. He explained that he did live at the Compound because “no reason to pay for some crib when I got a life where all I need is a room” (I also found this sad, but didn’t have time to dwell).

I liked that he was easy. It wasn’t like he went on and on, sharing deeply, opening a window to his soul, trusting me with his hopes and dreams.

But it was a first date and I didn’t think that was what you got on a first date. However, he wasn’t closed and secretive like his eyes made it seem like he would be.

I’d take easy. In fact, I ate it up because I found I wanted to know everything about Joker. So when he gave me easy, I didn’t push for more. I let him say what he had to say and didn’t probe further. With as easy as he gave me, I knew it would come, so there wasn’t a reason to push.

This meant (in my mind) that by the time we were finished eating, the date was a smashing success.

Or I thought it was.

Joker finished his meal before I did since I’d spent quite a bit of time during the meal seeing to my baby. So I took my last few bites of my burrito chicharrones while Joker had a drowsy Travis against his chest, Travis’s head drooping on his shoulder.

That was when I looked up from my nearly clean plate and gawked because Lee and Indy Nightingale, the famous Denver couple who had their story told in the Rock Chick books, were walking from the back of the restaurant, heading our way.

I couldn’t help but stare because they were famous but also because, frankly, Lee Nightingale was even more gorgeous in person. And in the pictures of him I’d seen in the paper, he was fabulous.

And just like Joker when he was with Travis, since Lee had a redheaded little girl held to his chest, resting her cheek on her daddy’s shoulder, he was even more gorgeous.

Not to mention, Indy Nightingale was a knockout. As was the Lee Nightingale mini-me who was holding her hand and walking at her side.

I forced myself to stop gawking and was about to kick Joker under the table when Lee Nightingale looked toward us, tilted his head and stopped.

“Joke,” he greeted.

Oh my gosh! Lee Nightingale knew Joker!

“Lee,” Joker replied.

First-name basis!

“Hey,” Indy Nightingale said and I looked to her to see she was addressing me.

“Hey,” I replied, hoping it was casually.

She grinned. “Your baby is cute.”

“Thanks. Your kids are too.”

She kept grinning.

“You wear it well.”

This came deep and easy from Lee and I looked to him to see he was aiming a drop dead gorgeous smile chock full of amusement Joker and Travis’s way.

“Don’t piss me off. Carissa fines me every time I cuss,” Joker replied.

I got warm inside.

“Does that work?” Indy asked me curiously.

“Not so far,” I answered.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

Suddenly Lee went all business. “Tack called. I’m on your gig. I’ll have results in a day or two.”

“Appreciated,” Joker replied.

Lee nodded.

“This is Lee and I’m Indy, by the way,” Indy said to me. “And these are our offspring, Callum and Suki.”

Like I didn’t know. Everyone in Denver knew them. Though I didn’t know about Callum and Suki.

“I kinda know who you are,” I admitted.

“That figures too,” she said with a not-a-problem smile.

I smiled back then did my bit. “Like Joker said, I’m Carissa and that’s my baby, Travis.”

“So cute,” Indy repeated.

“Yeah,” little Suki muttered sleepily. “Cute baby.”

I grinned at her.

Lee turned to me. “Carissa, nice to meet you and sorry to make it short but we gotta go. My baby girl needs her bed.”