He came back when she lost that fight and Tab, being how Tab could be and growing up with Big Petey, moved in to balm that hurt. She was tight with some of the brothers, particularly Tack’s lieutenants, Dog and Brick, and Big Petey, one of the founding members who took a break from the Club for a few years to go be with his daughter while she was fighting cancer. Sometimes she studied in the office while Cherry worked. She was tight with Cherry they went shopping together a lot, and Tabby met Cherry there when they went. She wasn’t a regular at Ride or at the Compound, but she was around. He hadn’t seen her since that night he gave her the lesson and took her home. Her concentration was on a book and a notepad in front of her, pencil in hand. She was bent over a book, elbow on the table, hand in her mane of hair at the top of her head, holding it away from her face. She had books and notepads stacked around, two empty coffee cups on the table, one half full. Shy jerked up his chin in the affirmative, but something caught his attention from the side, and he looked that way to see Tabby sitting at the round table tucked in the corner.
Tex’s eyes came to him as he moved through the tables and armchairs scattered in front of the espresso counter and he boomed a “Yo, travelin’ man! Usual?”
Shy liked beer, bourbon, and vodka, occasionally tequila, sometimes Pepsi, but with the way he lived his nights, his mornings always included a whole lot of coffee. It was because they had a coffee counter and seating area in the front of the store, and everyone in Denver knew that the man named Tex who worked the espresso machine was a master.
Shy came to Fortnum’s for one reason, and it wasn’t to buy used books. The bell over the door of Fortnum’s Used Books rang as Shy pushed it open.
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