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“Exactly.” She laughed softly, throwing a glance back over her shoulder. “These boys are shaking like crazy because they know if they don’t catch me, then you’ll probably catch them.”
Bow snorted out a laugh. “Sounds like healthy motivation to me.”
“Sounds more like a broken neck because someone’s hands are too sweaty to catch me,” she countered, throwing Bow a pointed look to quiet his smart mouth before she returned her gaze. Her soft blue eyes held mine for a second, and I was fucking lost. She grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ll come by the clubhouse on my way home, okay?”
“One hour,” I murmured back, knowing she’d won but attempting to make it seem like we were just compromising.
“One hour,” she repeated as she walked away, a triumphant smile on her face.
Because we both knew the truth.
She always won.
CHAPTER 7
STELLA
Music played from the speakers in the clubhouse, filling the night air with old rock tunes the younger club members grunted and groaned about but still had everyone coming to life.
Singing.
Dancing.
The kind of energy I had never experienced anywhere else but here.
“I need to pee,” Tate announced, killing the vibe for a moment.
Oliver—who I was struggling to remember to call by his new road name—got up from his seat and nodded toward the clubhouse. “Come on, I’ll take you in.”
She grinned, skipping after him and hooking her arm through his. “Ah, my hero,” she cooed as they disappeared inside. Tate was none the wiser, thinking he’d offered his presence as a kind gesture, but the truth was, we weren’t allowed to wander around the clubhouse without someone with us.
“Is it safe to leave Tate with your brother?” I asked, shaking my head.
It wasn’t that I thought Bow would get up to anything untoward, but more so?—
“I think a better question would be, is it safe to leave Bow with Tate?” Leo scoffed as he tossed another log onto the fire pit.
My thoughts exactly.
I was far more worried about Tate corrupting him than I was the other way around. Bow was sweet and far more take home to meet your mom than Jaxon, but given my parents would turn up their noses at any guy I brought home, the fact that Jaxon wouldn’t meet their standards wasn’t even on my radar.
He met my standards.
“The two of them will be fine,” Jaxon reassured me, wrapping his arm a little tighter around my waist as I sat across his lap. “I’m sure Tate can control herself for a few minutes while Bow helps her find the bathroom.”
I rolled my eyes and pinched his arm, almost making him toss his beer into the fire.
“Ow! Shit, Stell!” I waited with my eyebrows raised as he rubbed at the injury. “Okay, sorry! I’m sure Tate is not going to ravage my brother in the bathroom.”
“And even if she did, we all know he’d love it,” Camo teased with a grin, gently rocking the sleeping infant in his arms—the most recent addition to the Brothers by Blood family.
The men and women around us chuckled to themselves, many having met Tate several times, making them quite aware of how much of a flirt she was, especially after having a drink or two. I was just thankful that the old ladies were pretty damn comfortable in their relationships and weren’t bothered when they occasionally caught this young girl staring at their silver-fox husbands with large doe eyes.
“I see she already has the gentle touch of an Old Lady,” Chelsea, Jaxon’s mom, commented, pinching her fingers together with a smile as she dragged herself out of her folding chair. “I’m going to raid the pantry. We need snacks.”
“It’s like you read my mind!” I said loudly, scooting off Jaxon’s lap when my stomach growled in response to the suggestion of food. We’d had a barbecue earlier, but I was a few White Claws deep at this stage and starting to crave something salty to balance their sweetness.
I followed Chelsea into the clubhouse kitchen, which was the size of those industrial kitchens they had in restaurants, not exactly surprising considering there were at least twenty club members and their families who ate here, some who lived upstairs and others who were here during the day but had their own houses down the street. “What kind of snacks do you want?”
