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A row of bikes is parked near the porch, and there are several other cars and pickups.
“This is it,” Baja says, turning off his engine.
It’s not at all what I was expecting. “This is your clubhouse?”
“Yep.” He grins. I’m busy counting the bikes when he comes around and opens my door and helps me out, then opens the rear door for Rosie to jump down.
We move onto the porch and through the door.
Inside opens to a great room with leather couches, seating and pool tables on one side and a bar area on the right. All the walls are made of log and give a welcoming warmth to the place that puts me at ease. Music is playing, but it’s not loud.
The place is filled with about two dozen people, some bikers and some women and even children, which is not what I expected. Streamers and balloons hang from the ceiling. A sign on the wall reads,Happy Birthday, Princess.
The children run around the room, playing, some just toddlers, some looking as old as six.
Rosie wags her tail, but I hold her close to me. I’m afraid the children will run over, and their parents may not be too sure of a German Shepard.
“Come on.” Baja leads me to the bar where a man sits at the end. He’s middle-aged with long blond hair and pretty eyes. Baja passes him the bag of kettle corn. “Don’t say I never bought you anything, Prez.”
The man’s eyes light up. “I love this stuff.” His gaze narrows. “What’d you do?”
“What do you mean what did I do?”
“You tryin’ to suck up for some screw up I don’t know about yet?”
“Nope. Just being nice.” Baja throws his arm around me. “Rock, this is Elaina. Elaina, this is Rock, our president.”
“Nice to meet you, Elaina.” He offers me his hand, then motions the man behind the bar over. “Prospect, get them anything they want.”
I get the feeling Rock has already heard about me.
Baja squeezes my shoulder. “What’ll you have?”
“Screwdriver,” I tell the prospect. “Light on the vodka, please.”
“Yes, ma’am. And you?”
Baja orders a beer.
“Pretty dog,” Rock comments, his eyes dropping to Rosie. “How old is she?”
“Two,” I reply.
“She safe to turn loose off that leash?” he asks.
“She won’t bite anyone, if that’s what you mean,” I reply.
“Good to know. Let her wander around.”
I bend and do just that, scratching her ears. “Be a good girl.”
Soon the children run over and ask if they can pet her. I smile and nod. “Her name is Rosie.
“Hi, Rosie,” one of them says.
A man I recognize from the burger place flings his arm around Baja’s neck. “Hey, brother. Glad you made it.”
“Wouldn’t miss your sister’s birthday, would I?”
