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“You’re a mouthy little thing, aren’t you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Like you’re just now figuring that out.”
“You really expect me to take her to the club dressed like this?” He raised his hand, palm up toward Shannon.
“What’s the problem?”
“The problem is every guy there is gonna fall all over her.”
Angel grinned. “Then you’d better be on top of your game. I’m sure you can handle it.”
“Wench.”
“You love me.”
“Lucky for you.” He hooked the back of her neck and pulled her to him, kissing her forehead.
Angel hugged his waist, and then moved on to hug Shannon, whispering in her ear. “Don’t let him scare you.”
“You’re sure about this?” she whispered back.
Letting her go, she said, “See you at the club.”
And off they went, leaving the pile of clothes for Shannon to use for the rest of her stay.
“Thank you both,” Shannon said, waiving them off. Crash escorted them down to their car.
When he returned, Shannon turned on Crash. “Do you want me to change?” She indicated the pile of clothes that had been torn through.
He glanced down at the pile and snapped, “Forget it. I can only imagine how long that’d take.”
Her hands went to her hips. “Very funny. You’re the one that’s not happy with this.” She threw herself down, sitting on the couch with her arms folded. “I can just stay here, how about that?”
Crash folded his arms, his legs spread. “Mack wants you there. That means you’re going. End of story.”
“But you don’t want me there, do you?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Cause you’re gonna be trouble. Pure and simple.”
“Trouble? How am I going to be trouble?”
“I’m sure you’ll figure out a way. Come on, let’s go get this over with.”
She stood up. “Are you going to be like this all day?”
“Probably. Come on.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
About an hour later, they rolled into the clubhouse lot. There were several rows of bikes parked out front. Cars were parked off to the side, near the dead-end street. Crash pulled up at an empty spot in one of the rows and looked over his shoulder at Shannon. She took this to be an indication she should climb off, so she did so. Then he backed into a spot, dropped the kickstand and threw his leg over the bike, climbing off.
Shannon glanced around as she unfastened the strap of her helmet. She’d never been here before, and she took a moment to take it all in. There were a few wooden picnic tables off to the side of the door. Toward the back corner of the building, a couple of grills were going, smoke rising up and the aroma of cooked meat reaching her. Her stomach rumbled with hunger.
Crash took her helmet out of her hand, and then led her over to the door. There were several club members sitting at the picnic tables, but no one she remembered. She noticed their eyes move over her, following her. Crash lifted his chin to them, but he kept going, leading her by the hand inside.
