If you were to ask Austin, or any number of the other guys, they always had Les' interests at heart. They didn't want to see her hurt by some guy who thought he was God's gift to woman because he owned a suped up car or a motorcycle. They wanted what was best for her and for Abby. Perhaps they erred on the side of over protective but it truly was because they cared.
Les gave him a bright grin. "I'm sure she has," she agreed with a laugh. She wasn't worried about Mia, to be completely honest. If Mia didn't like her? She'd understand, she herself didn't care for many women who came in and out of the guys' lives. "That's a good point." She paused. "It's not necessarily just jealousy. Many of them also were just there for their reputation and what fame they have in the city. That doesn't roll with me. They're good guys and I'll be damned if I let some skank traipse in their life just for five minutes of notoriety." She felt she could really relate to Mia so far and if that was the case, she was sure that Mia would likely think the same way. Luckily, Les didn't care one iota about whatever fame or reputation Dom had. She enjoyed his company so far and could honestly relate to him. It was... new.
Oh he would definitely run if given the chance but by now, most of the people who'd come to the party were gathering around them. It wasn't often these days that Dom raced but when he did, you could sure as hell bet it would be a turn out. Les watched people whisper and talk to each other, some texting friends who weren't there yet and laughed. "What do you say, Gary? Trust me with the pinks?" There was no way the man could back out of this now. It was, honestly, sometimes better to race and lose than to agree then back out of a race. Especially with someone so influential in the scene as Dom was.
She watched the other man pale and then nod, mumbling something about how screwed he was before walking around the car to the glove compartment. He walked back over and handed her the slip.
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Les gave him a bright grin. "I'm sure she has," she agreed with a laugh. She wasn't worried about Mia, to be completely honest. If Mia didn't like her? She'd understand, she herself didn't care for many women who came in and out of the guys' lives. "That's a good point." She paused. "It's not necessarily just jealousy. Many of them also were just there for their reputation and what fame they have in the city. That doesn't roll with me. They're good guys and I'll be damned if I let some skank traipse in their life just for five minutes of notoriety." She felt she could really relate to Mia so far and if that was the case, she was sure that Mia would likely think the same way. Luckily, Les didn't care one iota about whatever fame or reputation Dom had. She enjoyed his company so far and could honestly relate to him. It was... new.
Oh he would definitely run if given the chance but by now, most of the people who'd come to the party were gathering around them. It wasn't often these days that Dom raced but when he did, you could sure as hell bet it would be a turn out. Les watched people whisper and talk to each other, some texting friends who weren't there yet and laughed. "What do you say, Gary? Trust me with the pinks?" There was no way the man could back out of this now. It was, honestly, sometimes better to race and lose than to agree then back out of a race. Especially with someone so influential in the scene as Dom was.
She watched the other man pale and then nod, mumbling something about how screwed he was before walking around the car to the glove compartment. He walked back over and handed her the slip.