Chapter 9 Silvy O G I'm so glad Goof suggested a night out last week. He knows I love to dance. I didn't notice how badly I needed it until I got to Harry's . As soon as I walked in the door all the stress I had been holding melted away. Ratchet was a sweetheart for dancing with me. I know what he was doing and I wasn't going to call him out on it. He saw a guy not wanting to take 'NO' for an answer and stepped in. He knows he didn't have to help me out. I am just a friend of the club, he didn't have to step in. Then I danced with Goof to a slow song. No big deal. Do it all the time. So why did this time feel a little different? I'm sure he held me closer than before. And tighter. And he kept looking at me the whole time. Like he was trying to tell me something but I don't know what it was. No, I had to be imagining it. All of it. I need to find something to do with myself so I quit thinking of the other night. I have the day off because I am doing a night shift tomorrow. It is Saturday and I have nothing to do. I won't need Goof for a few more days since my period ended yesterday. I don't have any errands to run, I did all my laundry already and cleaned my house. Not that it needed much. I'm a fairly clean person I could veg out on the couch and watch movies. I won't get many times to do that after I have the baby. It is not even ten in the morning. I have all day with nothing to do. I'm about to get up off my couch to find something to do when my phone goes off . I grab it and smile. "Hey, Daddy," I said. Yes, even at my age I'm still calling him daddy. Get over it. "How is my princess today?" he asked. "I'm fine. Looking for something to do." I told him. "If you are bored, how about having an early lunch with me?" he asked. "I would love to. We haven't been able to do that in a few weeks. Give me fifteen minutes. Where do you want to meet?" I asked. I have been busy and our "schedules haven't allowed us to meet. We talk every other day at least but I don't get to see him as much as I would like. We agreed to meet at the diner before I head upstairs to get dressed. I dressed in a light yellow sundress that went below my knees and had wide straps. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail since the weather is getting hotter. The summer has just started and the temperature is already in the high eighties and low nineties. Maybe after I have lunch with my dad I will lay in a lounge chair in my backyard and work on my tan. That doesn't sound like a bad idea. A book and my headphones. Sounds like I do have a plan for the rest of the day. I slipped on my sandals and grabbed my purse and keys after I came back downstairs. After I locked up I jumped into my minivan and headed out to the diner. Yes , I am a minivan person now. With my dad's help, we searched for the best family vehicle with the highest safety rating. I was going to get something smaller but Dad said if I ever had more kids I wouldn't need to upgrade if I bought the van. He is right as always. I pulled into the diner and parked. I noticed Dad's bike was already there. He beat me again. Even after all these years and not being in a club anymore he still rides. He hasn't worn his kutte since the day he packed us up and left the Reapers. When he heard the Reapers had been taken out a few years ago he tore his old patches and burned them. He got drunk as hell that night. He never told me what had him so upset. All he said was that those sick fucks deserved what they got. I never questioned it. When Dad left he left some good friends and a few men I called uncles. There is only one that remains; he got out just before the club was taken down. My Uncle Rivet. He was the one that told Dad what happened. I worry Dad and Uncle Rivet would go after whoever had taken out the Reapers but they never did. Which made me happy. They didn't need to go to war over a club they walked away from. I have my suspicions they know who took out the Reapers and I think I do too. The Renegades. I have never thought to ask outright because I just don't care . And no, knowing they did it won't change what I think about them. I know they are a great group of people. If they took down the Reapers it was for a damn good reason. I know that in my heart. Anyway, when I get to the diner I find my dad sitting at a booth off to the side. Dad stands up as soon as he sees me. I walk right into his open arms. Let me tell you a little about my dad, Anthony. The man looks good for his age. He is only fifty-five. He had me young. But that didn't stop him from being a great dad. If he is standing I can only hug him around the waist. He stands six foot six and wide as hell. I believe he could give Brick a run for his money. He is still fit, with a little bit of a gut. Not much. He used to have a six-pack but over the years he lost them. But he could still hold his own in a fight if he needed to. I got my eyes from him. He had some scars from fights and a few bullets. He can look downright scary to most people. To me, he has always been a teddy bear. Always willing to cuddle with me when I wanted. The guys at the club remind me a lot of my dad with the way they act. I hug my dad tight as I can. Not easy let me tell you. When I pull back I smile at him, "Good, to see you, princess, " he says. "Good to see you, daddy," I said. "Have a seat let's get you fed," he said. I took a seat across from me but didn't bother looking at the menu. I knew what they had. The only thing that changed was the specials and the seasonal stuff. Like right now they have different lemonades, and more seasonal fruits and veggies.