“She was great!” Jade nods.
“Dom’s little piece is coming in tonight, apparently she’s a country singer but is going to try something else. Should be fun.”
Jade laughs. “What’s her name?”
“Bridget. So not country,” I scoff.
I turn and stride off, going out the back to get changed. The doors open in half an hour, and I’m looking forward to the night.
I’m mostly just glad to have Wildflowers open again.
Thank the sweet lord.
I get changed, do my hair, and then peer out the window over to the garage. It’s quiet, surprisingly. I did hear they’re having a massive open day in the morning, and Riggs has a car he’s going to showcase inside the garage. Some fancy ass thing he did up, that he’s hoping to draw customers in with.
I’m sure it’ll go well ... but I’m also sure there’s something I can do to make sure he still knows it’s on ...
I’ll think on it.
I go back out and open the doors. Dom arrives with Bridget, who is up first. I haven’t met her yet, but I already know why he likes her. I’ve seen the photos. She has that sweet, country girl vibe about her, and I have no doubt she has a good voice or he wouldn’t bring her here. One look at my twin brother, and I can see he’s head over heels for this girl.
I’m happy for him.
But I also get a little sad when he finds a girl. Mostly because we don’t hang out as much and he’s basically my lifeline.
Still, got to let go one day, right?
“Hey, brother,” I say, smiling when he approaches me. “What have you got for me tonight?”
“Eve, this is Bridget. She’s my girlfriend. Bridget, this is my twin sister and royal pain in the ass, Eve.”
I grin and extend a hand to Bridget, who looks absolutely adorable. She’s wearing jeans, a frilly white top that showcases her boobs, and her blond hair is curled and falling around her shoulders. She’s a doll.
“I’m so happy to meet you, Eve. Thanks for having me, I really appreciate it.”
God she’s nice.
I couldn’t dislike her if I tried.
“Thanks for being here. We have some good label heads getting around tonight, so knock them dead up there. I’m looking forward to hearing you sing.”
She smiles nervously. “I will. Thanks so much.”
The two of them disappear, but not before Dom gives me a big happy grin over his shoulder. I throw him two thumbs up and then get myself a drink and settle in for the night. Bridget is up first and as predicted, the girl can sing. She has a deep, husky voice that’s unusual on someone so tiny. She could pull of a Miley Cyrus song, easily. She’s incredible, and I find myself unable to look away.
Dom stands at the front of the stage, and I have no doubt he’s grinning up at her.
“She’s good.”
I look to my left to see Riggs sitting down beside me, beer in hand. I look over my shoulder and see a small group of bikers sitting at a booth, but they’re all kicking back, not causing any troubles. They’re just watching Bridget sing.
“She is good,” I agree, staring at Bridget. “My brother is head over heels for her, too.”
“That your brother there?”
He nods toward Dom.
“Yeah, twin.”
“You’re a twin?” Riggs looks to me, brows raised.
“Yep.”
“Well, there you fuckin’ go.”
“What brings you here anyway? Don’t feel like creating a noisy party to drive me bananas tonight?”
He grins, god, he’s so fucking edible.
“Not tonight. Got our big opening tomorrow, can’t risk anythin’ getting fucked up. Or my car getting damaged.”
“I’ll have to come and see this car you speak of,” I say.
“Evelina.”
The sound of my father’s voice has me exhaling and sighing. Great. He’s going to see me with Riggs, lose his shit, and probably make a scene.
“Heads up, my dad thinks you’re a bad guy and he’s like ... super passionate. Good luck with that.”
I turn and smile. “Hey, Dad. I thought you had gone home.”
His eyes are on Riggs, who turns and stands, extending a hand. “I’m Cash Riggs. It’s nice to meet you finally, sir.”
Damn. The biker has respect. I dig that.
“You’re the biker from next door,” Dad says, not taking Riggs’ hand.
“Yeah, that’s me. Not here to cause problems. Just watching the singin’.”
“If you harm my daughter ...”
I put my hands over my face and groan.
“No intentions of doin’ her any harm, you have my word.”
God. Why is he being so nice?
Dad goes silent for a minute, and then says, “You helped her out last night.”
I peer through my fingers. Riggs nods. “Yeah, she won’t have trouble with them again.”
Dad nods and then extends his hand. Riggs takes it and shakes my father’s hand.
“I appreciate it,” Dad says, and then his eyes swing to me before he walks off.
“God, dads are the worst,” I groan.
“He loves you, should appreciate that.”
“Ugh, I do,” I mutter, facing the stage again and clapping when Bridget finishes her song.
It’s weird, standing here with Riggs. We’re meant to be enemies and, yet, we can also seem to get along so incredibly well.
I hate it.
I also love it.
“I’m getting a drink,” I say, attempting to escape.
He follows me to the bar, claiming to need a beer, too.
“What can I get you?” Jade asks me, wiggling her brows when Riggs sits beside me.
I give her wide eyes and mouth ‘stop it’. “Vodka. Beer for him.”
Jade keeps the grin she’s sporting and gets us our drinks before moving on to serve others.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I say, looking at Riggs. “Don’t you have friends over there to talk to?”
He just smirks.
Damn him.
Is this one of his sneaky tactics? I bet it is.
Is he playing harder than me?
I guess I’ll find out.
“GOD, HE IS SOMETHING else, isn’t he?” Jade murmurs, staring at Riggs who has joined his group again, this time with a lady on his lap.
“Stop staring at him, you’ll give him a complex,” I scoff.
“Seriously, why haven’t you
