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“Really? Well, he acts younger.” I grin.

“Alright, I have some things to handle before the assembly tonight. Are we all good?” Dad stands from the chair and waits for us to respond.

“Yes, thanks, Porter.” Chopper stands with me in his arms, he holds out his hand to Dad and they shake.

“Take care of my girl, Chopper.” He points a finger in Chopper’s face.

“Always. I'm not sure I know how to live without protecting her. It’s been ingrained in my DNA.”

“Good.” He turns his attention to me and smiles. “I love you, Roxy. It’s nice to see you happy.”

“Yeah, well, maybe next time you can skip making me livid and we can just get to the happy part.”

“Deal.”

Chapter 22

Chopper

As soon as I wake up the next morning and get ready, I head over to Roxy’s place and knock on the door. It takes a few minutes, but eventually Oakley opens the door. She has her hair tied into a messy bun on the top of her head. Half of her hair is falling out of the hair tie and falling past her shoulders, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s wearing a crop top, showing off her toned stomach, and pajama pants with little dogs on them. I almost chuckle, thinking about how different Roxy is from her sisters.

“She just woke up,” Oakley yawns, not even trying to cover her mouth.

Like I said, we’re like siblings. We don’t care how we look or act around each other and I love it.

“Sounds about right. That woman can’t wake up in the morning. I don’t know why she insisted we go to breakfast before I have to go to work.” I glance at my watch. I have plenty of time. My first appointment isn’t until ten today.

Since I stay at the bar until closing most nights, I like to start my day a little later than the average plumber would. I’d rather give myself the time to sleep in if I need it.

“I'm coming!” Roxy calls as she exits her room. She’s trying to slip on a pair of boots as she hops down the hallway towards me.

“Take your time. I'm in no rush.” I smile at how adorable she is. Today she has on a pair of skinny black jeans and a red sweater that hugs every curve. As usual she’s stunning.

“I know, but I woke up late and I didn’t have time to do my makeup. I'm a hot mess.” She flips her hair over as she hangs her head and gathers the strands. She quickly ties them into a messy bun, looking just like Oakley.

“You’re beautiful, even when you don’t have makeup on. Stop worrying about it.” I tug her into my arms as soon as she’s close enough and kiss her.

“Aw, man! I always thought Roxy would be the last single Reeves triplet. Now I’ll be the only one having to deal with flirty prospects.” Oakley folds her arms over her chest and sighs dramatically.

“Don’t worry, Oaks. No one is going to flirt with you when you look like… well, that.” Roxy motions in Oakley’s general direction, making her scowl.

“Dang, Oaks! Looking good,” a guy calls from outside of the apartment. I spin around to glare at them. No one should be talking to her like that.

I come face to face with one of the new prospects. Morris and Jasper have been prospecting for around six months and I know Porter plans to patch them within the next six months. He likes to have the next set of prospects come in and learn from the previous ones before they get patched. It makes things go a little more smoothly. Bringing in new prospects every six months also makes it a little easier to keep our club larger and to scare away other clubs from starting drama.

“Excuse me? You don’t talk to Oakley, Dixie, or Roxy like that,” I growl, pinning the punk against the brick wall. “Didn’t Morris and Jasper have a talk with you about that?”

“Y-Yes. Sorry, Chopper. I won't d-do it again.” The kid looks like he’s about to throw up. It would serve him right if he did. He’d think about embarrassing himself every time he glances in the girls’ direction. It would be the best lesson he’ll ever learn.

“Jasper?” I arch a brow at him as I glance over my shoulder.

“I told him several times that the girls are off limits. He doesn’t like to listen since I'm not patched yet.” Jasper shrugs. I understand where he’s coming from. Without being patched, the new guys don’t think they need to listen to you. It’s frustrating, but nothing he says or does is going to make them respect him, not until he’s patched.

“When you look at Jasper and Morris, you should just pretend they’re patched. Do you understand me?” I growl, right in his face. I don’t even know what his name is. He must’ve just been brought on.

“Yes!”

“If you don’t listen again when they tell you something, I’ll make sure you’re out of the club.”