Free Saving Dallas by Kim Jones

hang-around, unless you and Luke have become an item in the last twenty-four hours.  If and when you become official, chances are, even then, he won’t be rolling the red carpet out for you.  When you walked through that door with him, everyone in the room knew who you were and that was property of the Devil’s Renegades President LLC.”
    I sat on the stool with my mouth slightly open, trying to take in all that she had just told me.  Was this the life I want?  Did I really want to play second fiddle to a bunch of greasy bikers?  What the hell was wrong with me? Life I wanted . Hell, I just met the guy.  I had so many more questions I wanted to ask but the band was taking the stage and Red’s attention had quickly turned to them.  I suddenly wanted nothing more than to leave from this place.  I didn’t belong here and I knew it.  It was apparent that Luke didn’t much want me here either; if he did he would be here beside me.  Wouldn’t he?   I looked across the bar to see him chatting with a pretty blonde.  Judging by his facial expressions and the sexy smile on his face, I knew that he was flirting.  I watched him as he put his arm around her shoulders and whispered something in her ear, causing her to throw her head back in laughter. 
    Naturally, being the woman that I am, I assumed that whatever joke that was passed was on my behalf.  My suspicions were confirmed when our eyes met and she gave me a wink.  Some would probably consider it just a friendly gesture, but I knew that face.  It was the same one I had used when I knew I had one up on someone.  She was letting me know that she was stepping on my territory and was enjoying every minute of it. 
    “Hey!” Red said, eyeing me warily.  “Stop it.”
    “Stop what?” I asked, confused at her demand.
    “You are looking for a reason to be jealous.  That’s his sister.”  My whole body seemed to sag with relief.  His sister, it was his fucking sister and I was two seconds from making a scene. 
    “Oh ,” was all I could manage to say. I had presumed that Luke was an only child.  Now looking at the two, I don’t know why I had not seen it before.  They did favor each other. 
    “Well not technically ,” Red said from beside me.  My head turned in her direction and I managed to pull my eyes away from the siblings to stare at her. 
    “What? So they are not brother and sister?”  I asked completely confused. Just how many beers had Red drank since she had been here?
    “Ok, that’s Creek ’s Ol’ Lady.  Creek is Luke’s riding brother so that makes BeBe Luke’s sister,” Red said, looking like she was trying to choose her words carefully so she didn’t get them confused. 
    “Dammit Red, just say what the hell you mean.  I don’t know motorcycle slang.  Is that his fucking sister or not?”  I said a bit too harshly.
    “Hey, chill out man.  It’s been a while since I have had a conversation with someone outside this life.”  I just stared at her expectantly.  I could tell that the drinks had obviously caught up with her.  She seemed somewhat spaced out.  “They are not blood kin if that’s what you are asking,” she said smiling, obviously enjoying my aggravation.
    “Fuck it ,” I said, grabbing my beer.  “I’m going outside.”  I went to stand up when someone touched my shoulder. 
    “Dallas?” said a voice from beside me.  I turned to see my very first love staring back at me. 
    “ Sam?”  Sam Ervin.  The All-American quarterback turned surfer boy was smiling at me.  His big green eyes were creased at the corners from his full megawatt smile.  I had loved Sam since the tenth grade, although the feeling was never mutual.  Partly because he never knew I had a crush on him. When I moved to Collins from Atlanta, he was the first person to speak to me in class.  Through our junior and senior year of high school, I managed to keep the secret hidden.  My fear of rejection was greater than