"I was out. I just didn't make it back to the clubhouse last night, ok?" He replied, getting angry

"I'm worried about you, Tig. I'm worried about all of you. Your behavior isn't normal. You don't usually leave early, I've never known you to read anything other than a porn mag and you asked about book stores the other day. Talk to me!" She exclaimed, voice rising

"Gemma, I'm asking you as a friend, to let it go. I'm fine, I promise." He quickly retorted

Before she could answer, the Matriarch's phone began to ring. As she was chatting with whoever had called her, Tig grabbed all the food that had been ordered for the shop. He saw a paper for paintballing and smiled. He was quite sure this was something she'd never done before and quickly stuffed the paper into his pocket before heading outside after Gemma. All he got was something about Thomas being sick so she raced them back to the shop to drop him off before heading over to pick up her grandson. Tig set everyone's lunch on the bar in the clubhouse before taking his food to his room. He looked at the paper he'd picked up and looked it over.

Yes, he knew she'd at least try it. He was quite sure he knew where the place was too. Looking over the flyer he smiled. Suddenly he was looking forward to getting off work. Looking forward to spending his "off time" with a woman. Looking forward to "getting away" from the club, even if it were only for a few hours. How he would explain things to Gemme he wasn't sure but for now she had other things occupying her mind and she would leave him the hell alone! He quickly finished his lunch and went back to work. Around 3pm, Clay had shut down the shop so Tig quickly took a shower, stuffed the paintballing flyer in the inside pocket of his cut, and hopped on his Dyna before anyone could say anything to him. Now he was off to have some fun!

When he entered her room, he heard the shower on and smiled. He stretched out on the bed and awaited for her to come out since all her clothes were laid out on the bed. He was looking at her light pink lacey boyshorts and couldn't help but think to her perfectly shaped, nicely firm ass. It didn't take her long to emerge and as soon as she realized someone was in her room she jumped slightly. Tig laughed which made her blush a bit. He watched her get dressed in silence. When she was ready to go he grinned, blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"What's that look for?" She questioned, eyes narrowing in suspicion

"You wanted to do stuff you've never done before, right?" He asked

"Yeah. Why?" She retorted, cocking her eyebrow

"I think you'll have fun where we're going. Let's get on the road." He stated before making his way to the door

Shrugging she followed him out the door and down to his bike. He hopped on, after placing his cut in one of his saddlebags, and she quickly followed suit after she put the helmet he handed her on. She wrapped her arms around his waist and off they went. She couldn't wait to see where he was taking her this time. The drive took about 45 minutes out of town and she found herself very excited. When she began to look around she discovered they were at a paintballing facility. She'd never heard of it before but was very curious. His hand resting on the small of her back made her look over to him. He grinned back at her before ushering her to the office.

They got their gear, took the mandatory "class" about safety, how to play, the mechanics and what-nots, before heading out to the game field. They were playing in teams of 2's with Devin & Tig playing against a team of friends. For the first few minutes he taught her how to shoot before they parted to "attack" their opponents. She was starting to feel a bit discouraged until she remembered what Tig had told her about shooting. Suddenly she was hitting her targets and found herself actually having a good time.

They played several games before their opponents got tired of losing. Tig had to laugh, especially knowing part of his job was to be a good shot, and hugged her to him closely while they waited for others to be ready. She melted into his embrace and inhaled the scent of leather, his after shave, cigarretts, and sweat. She liked it although she never thought she would like such a combination of smells! They talked about grabbing a quick bite after they were done paintballing. For the first time since he was a teenager, he found he liked doing stuff with a girl that wasn't only sex. He was enjoying the actual company of someone who wasn't tied to the club, someone who wasn't after anything more than just wanting someone to spend time with.

When they finally left the paintballing facility, they hopped back on his Dyna and zoomed off to find something to eat. She hugged him tightly as they rode through the streets. She couldn't help but wonder if this is how life would be if she were not dying so soon? No, she'd still be back home working with what her parents had left her, helping her favorite charities, and working in the flower garden. Now she's on the back of a motorcycle, with a "dangerous" man, in warm Northern California, doing all sorts of crazy things! She was brought out of her reverie when he parked the bike.

"Where are we?" She questioned

"I've been told this is a really good Italian restaraunt." He responded as took ahold of her wrist and drug her inside the old-looking brick building

She didn't argue and followed behind him. They were seated quickly next to a wall in about the middle of the restaraunt. He got her talking about some things she'd never done but wanted to do. He wanted to make some plans for them. The desire to show her the world, figuratively or literally, seemed almost over-whelming to him. He wanted her to try things, to see things, to really make her remaining time spectacular. They talked about all sorts of activities and she surprised him when she asked if he would take her to a shooting range. He smiled knowing he'd help her discover a liking of firearms.

After dinner he took her for a long ride to let their dinner settle and just to let her enjoy the feeling of being on his bike. She was just enjoying the ride and the company when she began to wonder if she would just stay in the hotel the rest of her time in Charming, if she should find a place of her own or what. She was so busy thinking of her living situation she hadn't realized they had finally made it back to her hotel. He could tell there was something on her mind but he didn't want to bring up bad memories. Besides he had been in his own little world thinking of some things too.