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Just then, the clubhouse doors opened, and I watched as the brothers filed in.
Then something weird happened.
Normally at least Whit, Charlie, Trigger, or Priest would have walked over to me and scooped me into their arms to take me to my room, but none of them did.
I watched as Coal took Adeline, Irish walked over to Sutton who walked away from him before he was even ten feet in front of her, and Whit took Lizette. And as Asher walked over to his daughter, instead of taking the seat beside her, he took the one beside Chloe.
I got what Asher was doing, but with the others? Just what the hell was going on?
But just as I thought that, one man walked over to where I was sitting and smiled. “Gabriella.”
“Pipe.” I nodded at him.
He got a weird look in his eyes as he asked, “Do me a favor?”
Narrowing my eyes, I asked, “What’s that?”
“Go for a ride with me? That’s not breaking the rules, is it? Besides, I’m fucking hungry and there's a new place I have been dying to try.”
That’s when my stomach rumbled. It wasn’t breaking the rules, right? As long as there were no romantic relations with him? But, wrapping my arms around him on his bike… I wasn’t sure I could handle that. I was prepared to tell him no, that was until he did that thing with his bottom lip. I thought Pagan doing it was cute, but when Pipe did it? Holy hot damn, lord have mercy.
Sighing, knowing that I was going to be in so much trouble later, I asked, “So, what’s this place?”
“Backyard Grill.” My eyes widened when he told me that.
And if I hadn’t been hearing great reviews about that place, I would have been staying my ass in the clubhouse.
Alas, my stomach, and the mouthwatering taste I knew that the place offered, I jumped off my stool and said in a hurry, “Let me change.”
In my haste to get dressed, it resulted in him laughing his ass off at me, and my recourse of action… Well, that was to toss my middle finger in the air at him as I rounded the corner, which had him laughing even harder if that were at all possible.
Hurrying, I tugged off my t-shirt and shorts, pulled on my favorite pair of jeans, then rummaged through my dresser doors for my cute top that was peach in color, wrapped around my body, and tied to the side just under my breasts.
Pulling my boots up my legs, I tied them and then quickly ran my fingers through my hair and managed a side braid. Finishing off my outfit was to add a little mascara and eyeliner, and of course spritz on some perfume.
Grabbing my jacket, I was about to rush out of there, then halted and raced to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
After all that was done, I walked out of my bedroom, locking my door, then down the hall and into the main room of the clubhouse.
A couple of whistles and hoots from the guys filled the air around me.
Smiling at them, I noticed that Pipe had sat down on the barstool I had been using and was talking to Asher.
Asher looked over Pipe's shoulder at me and winked.
The moment I reached Pipe, he looked over his shoulder at me and froze.
Nervously, I asked, “Umm is everything okay?”
He looked down at his watch and shook his head. “Less than ten minutes. Takes my wife two hours to get ready for anything. Goddamn.”
And I didn’t know what to make of that statement.
Suddenly, I felt very self-conscious about myself. Did I not take long enough? Was my appearance not acceptable? I mean, I knew I was pretty enough, but I have still yet to see his wife. So, I didn’t know how I compared and why he wanted to spend his time with me.
“Brother, think you need to clarify what you meant,” Asher said.
Never taking his eyes off me, he asked, “Huh?”
