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“Not lately.”
Doc winced at the slight jab. It was true he hadn’t been with a nymph since Isa arrived. He didn’t feel the urge.
“Give it a bit. Once the Irish girl leaves, Doc will be back at the nymph lair.” Snoopy patted his back. “We’ll have to tear him away then.”
“Snoopy, I swear to God….”
Brewer and Doc glanced to the shorter man.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He crushed the cigarette on the table, then opened the door. “Que pasa, bebe?”
A string of Spanish words came out of Snoopy’s old lady, and neither Doc nor Brewer cared to translate. One thing Doc knew for certain; he was damned glad he didn’t know any Gaelic. Surely Isa would curse him out in the ancient dialect if he pissed her off enough.
“Where you off to?” Brewer asked, hanging onto the door.
“Chess with the princess.” He let a smile escape. She was horrible at the game, but the way her brows furrowed when she was losing was too cute to give up.
“You really have changed, haven’t you?”
He met Brewer’s curious eyes. “I think I have.”
18
Isa
The lodge waseverything she could dream of for a mountain retreat. Waking up to the smell of freshly baked bread didn’t hurt either.
Isa glanced over to where Doc had slept all night. He wasn’t in bed with her but in the reclining chair instead.
At first, she’d been cross about his choice of location, but she quickly learned that he was looking out for both of them. If an emergency popped up during the night, his MC brothers may not look kindly on Doc spooning her under the covers.
Pulling on a fresh pair of socks, Isa eyed the made bed. Doc was assigned to protect her, she knew that, but her body craved something physical with him despite that fact.
She opened her door and peeked down the hallway before stepping outside. Voices drifted from below, and not-so-subtle moans from the room two doors down made her roll her eyes and hurry to the elaborate staircase. The first time she’d seen it didn’t do it justice. The wooden railings curved all the way down to the bottom, one on each side. She ran her hand over the Macha emblem carved on one side.
Following her nose, she kept walking until she reached the kitchen. Her eyes widened at the sheer size. There was a walk-in pantry, rows lined with canned and boxed foods. The appliances were top of the line, and the quartz countertops were spotless. Barstools lined the island, an eat-in table long enough to fit twelve people comfortably next to it. In all, the entire space could hold twenty people, and there was also a formal dining area in the room to the left of the kitchen.
Isa smiled at the counter full of breads and streusel. She’d missed the mass of hungry bikers, but plenty of food was leftover for stragglers such as her.
“Eat as much as you want,” Queenie said, stepping out of the pantry, arms full of canned vegetables. “Lunch isn’t for a few hours, and I’m sure Doc will make you work up an appetite.”
Cheeks burning, Isa grabbed a slice of bread and sat on one of the stools. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Queenie snorted and placed the cans near the stove. “Darlin’, you two aren’t fooling anyone.” She opened the refrigerator and handed Isa the milk carton, then grabbed a glass from the cabinet overhead. “Your connection is obvious to everyone. Hell, I overheard Doc tearing Cueball a new one because the guy commented on your ass.”
Isa choked on her bite and quickly filled the glass with ice-cold milk. “He did?”
“Yep. I’ve known the boy his whole life, and he’s never been so protective of anyone before.” She grinned. “And before you go sayin’ it’s his job and all that, Doc doesn’t take a shine to many women. At least not longer than an hour or two.”
Finishing her piece, Isa snatched another one. She couldn’t remember the last time she had homemade bread. Her mother used to make it, but that was years ago.
“I don’t have much experience with men,” she mumbled around another bite.
Queenie added water to the coffeepot. “They’re all so different it wouldn’t matter. One man isn’t like the rest, and vice versa.” She added grounds to the filter and pressed the On button. The scent of coffee started to fill the air. “We’re all inexperienced with someone new.”
“That’s not what I—”
“I know, Isa.” She winked and pulled out a ceramic mug. “Don’t change what I said.”
