The Chick in Leather

Benji

“You tried, man,” I muttered, as I leaned over to Rick.

He shifted his weight from his left to right feet. I could feel him bristling beneath his cool and collected expression. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there stiffly with his eyes on Mason and Harley.

I felt for the guy. Harley was the only woman who flustered him. Although it was entertaining for me to watch him flounder I couldn’t help but wish things would change between them. She’d only ever had eyes for Mason. Now that he was off the market, courtesy of my sister, she was going to have to move on. Maybe if Rick was lucky she’d move in his direction.

Unlikely.

Rick was probably deemed to forever be Mason’s little brother in her eyes.

Charlie, the chick in all black and a killer leather jacket, sat back down in her seat and resumed the position she’d been in when we first showed up. She kicked her heels up onto the table to show off the ankle boots that matched her jacket. She leaned back in the chair and draped o