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Isa clamped her lips together. She needed answers, and if sitting silently was how she’d get them, then she’d do it.
“Our day-to-day expenses are mostly covered by the proceeds from the garage, tattoo parlor, bar, ski shop, and ski lodge. During the colder months, we host several big snow events. It helps the community and our club, so the town is good with it.”
“What about illegal things?” She bit her bottom lip. “I mean, other than regulating the drugs.”
“The only illegal thing we do is protect people.” He smirked at her scrunched face. “Sounds weird, I know, but Macha is sometimes hired to protect people hiding from other clubs. It’s not illegal to the law, but to the MC code, we’ve made many enemies.”
She put down the fork. “So, you’re telling me Macha protects people who need help, and that’s why you have enemies.”
Reaper took a deep breath and nodded. “Mostly. We’re mouthy from time to time too.” He grinned. “Can’t help the fights that causes, lass.”
“I always thought motorcycle clubs were a bunch of hell-raising assholes who moved drugs for the cartel.”
“Some do, but not ours.” He patted her shoulder. “Never ours.”
“That’s oddly comforting.” Everything her mother said hadn’t been true. Malcolm Kerry wasn’t a soulless bastard.He’s actually pretty badass.
“I’m off to the garage. I have a few errands I need Doc to run.” He stood. “You should tag along. The two of you make quite the pair.”
She snorted. “Yeah right.”
Reaper clucked his tongue, a twinkle in his brown eyes. “I know when opposites attract.”
“You’re mad,” she called before he walked out of the room. In reality, he wasn’t. He was dead-on. She felt the surge of desire whenever Doc was in the room. It didn’t happen with any other club member. It’d never happened ever in her life, for that matter. There was something between them, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what. Not unless he wanted to kiss her as badly as she wanted to kiss him.
10
Doc
“I needto help Brewer at the bar tonight. You want to come?” Doc waited in the doorway. He’d barged right into Isa’s room and caught her mid-change of clothes.
Not your best move, O’Brien.
“What’s my alternative?”
“Hang out with Queenie, probably.” He sniffed, her lavender scent invading him.
Her face scrunched and she stood. Her long legs looked even more tempting in the skinny jeans.How the fuck did she get in those?While his Irish princess was slender, her ass was more than two handfuls.
“I’ll go with you. Maybe if it’s not busy I can work the bar.”
“You bartend?”
Her gray eyes dropped to her stylish black boots. She didn’t need the damn heel, but it did make looking right into her eyes even more attainable. He’d never in his life met a woman her height, and he instantly adored it.
“No, but I’d like to learn.”
He opened the door. “Tell ya what. If it’s not too busy, I’ll show you how to make a few drinks.”
“Really?”
He laughed and met her excited eyes. “Really.”
An hour later, Doc was immensely regretting his offer to bring Isa along. The bar was chock-full of patrons. The normal Snowshoe residents didn’t bother him. The group of Greenback Cutthroats in the corner did. The men with red cuts on weren’t causing trouble, but he doubted that’d last long.
“Why don’t they go to their own bar?” Brewer bitched, garnishing a drink for the woman on the other end of the bar. They’d split the bar, Brewer’s usual prospect ill that evening. Even with three extra nymphs, neither had a moment to even take a piss.
“’Cause they’re assholes and like to stir the pot.” Doc wiped off his station, eyes focused on their rival MC. They surrounded the jukebox, loudly trying to decide what song to select.
