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“I’m alone and unhappy,” I said quietly.
“It’s hard,” Logan said, shooting me a smile of commiseration. “I’ve been where you’ve been. I’ve had to leap without looking. It was the best thing I ever did, though. I’d do it all over again.”
Bones slapped Raze on the back and then he began to walk toward us.
“Ladies,” Bones greeted. “What are you talking about?”
Logan and Willa were awkwardly silent, and I jumped in with a smile. “The wedding. I asked what the heck I’m supposed to wear to a biker wedding.”
“I told her something in leather,” Willa said, picking up what I’d laid down.
“With a rockabilly hairstyle. Like a pinup girl,” Logan added.
“Please God, tell me this is true,” Bones said.
“I’ll see what I can do,” I said with a laugh.
He held out his hand to me and helped me stand. “I’m gonna take Hayden and show her around.”
“Show me around? It’s dark,” I stated.
“Trust me,” Bones said.
“Whew, I know what that look means,” Willa said with a laugh.
“You know nothing,” I said to her.
“Hmm.” She rubbed her belly. “How do you think this happened? Just be careful, that’s all I’m saying.”
I groaned. “Let’s go.”
Bones escorted me away from the bonfire and party.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“The club bought the land behind the clubhouse with the intention of expanding,” he explained, his hand clasping mine. “I’d like to show you what the future holds. The clubhouse didn’t have enough space for all of us. Not to mention when the Idaho boys come down to visit, quarters are tight.”
“Idaho boys?”
“There’s a Tarnished Angels chapter in Coeur d’Alene,” he explained. “Anyway, they visit us down here from time to time and there just wasn’t enough space for everyone. So, we built some tiny homes.”
“Where?” I asked.
“Just up here. We wanted to keep them close to the main clubhouse, but at enough of a distance so that we’re not all on top of each other.”
He stopped and gestured to several tiny homes that looked newly completed. “We have more land that way.” He pointed. “And that’s our private shooting range.”
“You have a shooting range?” I asked in surprise.
He gave me a look. “Where do you think Willa learned to shoot?”
“Oh,” I said quietly.
“I could teach you. If you wanted. Get you comfortable with a pistol.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “The Old Ladies have competitions. It’s fun, actually.”
