Chapter 18 Dixie
Dixie
“Can we move the sink too?” I scrunch up my nose as I glance at Chopper.
I’ve been lucky with this renovation. Most of the things I need worked on can be done by someone in the club. Not only will that keep the costs down, but it’s easier to work with people I already know.
“We can do whatever you’d like, sweetheart.” Chopper tugs on my pony tail as he walks by, making me chuckle.
Where Chopper’s been in love with Roxy our entire lives, he’s always treated Oakley and me like sisters. I love when he’s around and we get to spend time with each other, though that happens less and less as we’ve gotten older.
“What else do you want changed?” He peeks up at me from his kneeling position on the ground. He’s checking under the sink. For what? I don’t know, but he seems like he knows what he’s doing.
“I want two dishwashers added and another bathroom put in.”
“Got it. It will probably take me a week or two to get the work done. I might do it at night if that’s ok with you. Otherwise, you’ll have to wait a while, my schedule is pretty booked.” Chopper stands and scratches his long beard.
“Night works fine,” Artie answers for me. “I made some spare keys so Dixie doesn’t have to worry about being here to let you in.” He hands over a key to Chopper. “Thank you for your help. My Jenni would love what you’re doing.”
“It’s my pleasure, Artie.” Chopper pats him on the back as he walks out into the main part of the restaurant where Jasper and Morris are standing. “Are you sure you two know what you’re doing?” Chopper raises a brow at the prospects.
“Yes.” Jasper rolls his eyes. “We worked in construction for years. We can handle ripping down some drywall and putting up fresh sheets.”
“The floors are easy as long as you know what you’re doing and we do,” Morris adds.
“Well, you better not screw it up or Storm will be down your throat.” Chopper smirks. Without another word, he exits the café and a moment later his bike engine roars to life.
“Why will I be down your throats?” Storm asks as he comes to stand next to me.
If I thought Storm was attractive in his cut, a beanie, and black jeans, I was wrong.
When he’s working, he has his hair tied into a man bun that I shouldn’t find attractive, but I do.
He wears a tight-fitting white t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers.
He says they’re easier to move around in than his boots.
He looks so different from the bad boy biker I normally get to see.
“Nothing, man. Chopper’s just busting our balls.” Jasper waves off Storm’s concern.
“We can get this started tomorrow if you’d like.” Morris turns his attention to me.
“I’d love that!”
“If you guys can tear down the drywall tomorrow, I’ll come in here tomorrow night and the next day to redo all the electrical.” Storm jots down a few things on a notebook he pulls out of his back pocket.
I’ve never seen him in work mode and it’s honestly the hottest thing ever. I wish everyone would leave so I could throw myself in his arms and kiss him.
“We can do that. We might try to get some of the guys from the club to help haul things out of here to make it go faster. I know at least a few said they were willing to help with anything for Dixie.” Jasper smiles softly at me.
“That’s so sweet. Thank you, guys.”
“Alright, get back to the clubhouse. There’s an assembly tonight and Porter expects to see you there. I have a few more things to check here, then I’ll be heading back.”
“Sounds good, boss.” Morris and Jasper wave before leaving the café.
“I'm getting out of here too. I’ll stop by at some point next week to see how things are going.” Artie wraps me in a hug before shaking Storm’s hand and following the prospects out of the building.
I turn to Storm, finding him lost in thought. He’s using his pencil and pointing to different spots in the air before scribbling something on the paper. He tucks the pencil behind his ear and moves into the kitchen.
I follow wordlessly, loving how he’s so focused on what needs to be done.
“I can practically hear you thinking,” he murmurs as he jots down something else. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours, Little Fox?”
“I'm just thinking about how hot you look.” I nibble on my bottom lip as he spins around to face me with a raised brow.
“Does the man bun do it for ya?” He smirks as he closes the space between us.
“Apparently. So does the tight white t-shirt. It’s showing off all your muscles and making your tattoos look very nice.”
“Oh, yeah?” He wraps his arms around my waist and tugs my body flush against his.
“Yeah. I'm wondering what you’d look like without a beard though.” I tug on his whiskers. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you without it.”
“Because I look like I'm twelve without it.” He nips at my fingers, making me giggle. “Do you really want me to look twelve?”
“I didn’t say I wanted you to get rid of it,” I groan as he pulls away from me. “I was just wondering. I like your long hair and beard. I love your tattoos and your toned body.”
“And I love these delicious curves.” He runs his hands down my sides and squeezes my waist. “I love everything about you, Little Fox.”
I slip my hands under his shirt and I'm about to kiss him again when his phone rings, starling me. He releases his hold on me and tugs the stupid device out of his back pocket.
“Shoot, I need to go. I'm supposed to be at the assembly in fifteen minutes. Are you ready or do you want me to come back later for you?”
“I'm ready,” I sigh, more than annoyed that we got interrupted.
“I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” He gives me a quick kiss before taking my hand and leading me back to the front of the building. After he grabs his cut and his things, we head outside.