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“Like what? Other than being a fucking nag? Babe, nobody is going to put up with that shit. Not for long. I don’t care how loyal they are.”
“I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”
I stop, allowing them to gain some distance. “Secrets don’t make friends.” I hook a finger in one of the loops of her denim shorts, pulling her body into mine.
“If I tell you…you’ve got to promise me you won’t repeat what I share.”
“Biker’s honor.” I grin and she scowls at me.
“Sabrina is my best friend, and I know you don’t like her. She’s not been herself lately. Normally her and Jimmy are like this.” She crosses two fingers.
“All right. I’ll bite. What has the bitch stick shoved so far up her ass it’s coming out her mouth?”
Ember goes up on her toes, cupping a hand at my ear. “She might be pregnant.”
The news shouldn’t make me smile because them two are nowhere in the sphere of being ready for the responsibility. I smile at the revelation for a selfish reason. If Sabrina is pregnant, then maybe Ember will want that, too. They’re besties who do everything together.
“What?” Her brows knit as she drops back to the heels of her shoes.
“Nothing. You’re right. Would explain a lot.”
“You swear you won’t utter a word to Jimmy? Not even my brother.”
“Told you. Biker’s honor.” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles.
Chapter Three
“So when are you and Smoke making this official?” Hazel fishes. She’s Holy’s Ol’ Lady. He’s the club’s chaplain, which is wild to me considering how outlandish and kinky their sex life is.
“What do you mean?” I play dumb, but I know what she’s asking. When do I think we’ll get married.
“Pfft. You know exactly what I mean.” Most of the wives and kids have gone home after an exhausting day of fun in the sun. The rest of us are having drinks back at the clubhouse.
I guess Murder wanted to make sure all the kids and Ol’ Ladies received a nice family day before most of the club rides out in about a week to a rally being held in California. The gesture is sweet and not something I’d expect from an outlaw motorcycle club if it wasn’t for this one. The guys pride themselves in treating their women like queens.
Not that every relationship is perfect.
Smoke and I have faced some hurdles, but we’ve been in what Pam calls the honeymoon phase of our relationship for these past few months. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For something or someone to come between us.
“Hello. Earth to Ember.” Pam waves a hand across my face, forcing me to blink.
“Sorry. Guess I kind of got lost in my own head for a minute.”
“Well, this should cheer you up. Here. You can thank me later.” Pam pulls a black gift bag out from behind the bar and slides it across to me.
“What is this?”
“A supply kit for the road,” Rosie chimes in. She’s with Static, who is Holy’s brother. I don’t know her quite as good as I do Pam and Jules, but she seems sweet. Outside of the fact she was once friends with Shiloh. Which is another reason I’m not one of Stella’s favorite people. Shiloh was her sister. I’m assuming that’s why she’s over by the pool tables watching her man get his ass handed to him by mine instead of hanging over here with the rest of the Ol’ Ladies.
“We figured since you’ve never gone on this kind of trip and ride that you could use some help with packing the essentials. Everyone pitched in and put a little something in here for you,” Pam informs me, beaming proud as a peacock with all its colorful feathers on display. “You can thank me for all the tightly rolled panties.”
“This was extremely thoughtful. Really, I’m touched.”
“What’s all this?” Smoke wraps an arm around my shoulders, giving me a squeeze while placing a kiss to my left temple.
“The girls got me some goodies for our ride.”
“Sweet. You about ready to get home?”
