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“Yes, very. It means I’m part of the Steels.”
Amber looked out the window. “Why did that man call you a prospect? Plus, I noticed on your jacket the patch says prospect? Is that your last name? Or rank?”
“I’m not a fully voted member of the Steels yet.” Mountain’s tone had a solemn tone to it.
“What does that mean?”
“I’m not allowed in meetings. I need to do the shit work for the members.” He let out a sigh. “Like a pledge with a fraternity, minus theplease sir can I have another.”
“I’d hate to see your keg stands,” she said with a slight laugh.
“More of a funnel and tube type of a guy,” he said rubbing his belly. “Near seven feet of man upside down is hard to balance.”
“I bet,” she said.
“I’m really a nobody to the club right now.”
“That’s terrible.” Amber couldn’t believe how Mountain could demean himself to that.
“I’ve been with the Steels for over a year now. I came from a club that gave the Steels some trouble. Once they trust me, then they’ll vote and I become a member.”
“Why are they making you wait so long?”
“Because I was supposed to be voted in after our ride, but with everything that happened with the accident, it was put on hold. Technically I’ve gotten voted in,” he said. “But until I’m officially patched, it doesn’t count and out of respect for the club I have to wait.”
“And all clubs have this procedure?” she asked. “That’s why that Spike guy knew calling you a prospect had a bite to it?”
“Yes,” Mountain replied.
“Well, they better hurry up.” Amber wanted it for Mountain, it must be important to him and that was enough for her to feel slighted on his behalf.
“Then call your doctor friends and get Baldy home,” he replied. “Not sure what the set backs are, but every time we think he can come home to recuperate, he has a setback.”
“Oh, I hadn’t checked up on him. Is Kristy… I mean Lil’ Bit okay?” she asked as they pulled up to the house.
“Well, define okay?” he asked as the kids jumped out of the backseat.
Amber watched as Mountain dislodged himself from the front seat and put his jacket back on. The movement of his body once free of the cage as he liked to call it, was almost graceful or maybe it was just in comparison to the cramped near clumsy way he needed to get out of the van. Either way, she found herself a sick voyeur of the muscled man who dwarfed her van. The belly he’d rubbed wasn’t one of those rock hard wash the clothes on stomachs. Instead, she found it firm, but rounded a bit. Filling his tight shirt in a very nice way that had told her it was a cool fall wind making her nipples perk.
“Mom,” Maisie called, her hand flipping palm side up as if she were sixteen and bored with the world in its entirety. “Door. Hello? I’m not a break in artist.”
“Is that a thing?” Mountain joked.
“To an eight-year-old,” Amber replied. “Must be. Kids have their own language sometimes.” Amber opened the door for the kids and they all headed inside. She started making up plates for the kids, then pulled two more out for Mountain and her.
“I’m going to skip dinner if you don’t mind. I need to get back to the club,” he said.
“How about a to-go? I got some cheap containers.” She shook her head. “Never mind, that wouldn’t be good on a bike.”
“I have saddle bags,” he said. “Just make sure you seal it up tight.”
Amber squatted then dug through her cupboards. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Mountain taking in the view of her ass with the same hunger from the van. Licking her lips she could feel the flush returning to her cheeks as she stood and scooped out potatoes and carrots first. “I want to see Turnabout Creek. If I get that job at the clinic I will want to see what I’m in for.”
“Sure, why don’t you drive on over after you drop the kids off at school. Bet Red would interview you then I can show you around. Maybe I can even ask the boys to open up a few houses they’ve got on the market.”
“Why would you be looking at houses?” Maisie asked.
Guilt washed over Amber.
