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“Damn right he is,” Niall said in the background.
She heard Orla say something under her breath but couldn’t make it out.
“Sorry, my husband is quite cheeky lately.”
“I can get cheekier,” Niall called.
This time, Isa giggled when she heard a manly yet high-pitched squeal.
“There. That ought to keep his bloody mouth shut for a while.”
“Did you gag him again?” she teased.
“He wishes.” Orla cleared her throat. “But don’t worry. I’ll manhandle him later.”
“Oh, you little minx! Let me out of these cuffs.”
Isa stifled her laughter. She’d never guessed her best friends to be kinky of any variety, but then again, she’d thought the same about herself.
Doc came out of the clubhouse, Rubble and Hawk on his tail. Isa unbuckled her seat belt and simply watched him. The trio was nearly inseparable ever since the Twelve Brothers fiasco. Their comradery was endearing. She didn’t worry about him so long as he was with his brothers.
“Love, I need to go. Something pressing came up. Talk later.” Orla signed off, and Isa shut down the truck and braced herself for the cold.
The moment her boots hit the pavement, Doc’s eyes locked on her. He nodded to Rubble and Hawk, then jogged away from the duo. Snow fell on his shaggy blond hair, his Macha cut hugging his hooded sweatshirt.
“Hey, beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head and tucked her beside him as they walked toward the clubhouse’s warmth. “How’re you feeling?”
“A little tired.” She yawned and linked her arm in his. “But better now.”
“I may have accidentally told a few people about the baby,” he said sheepishly. His blue eyes darted to the door, then back to her. “I hope that’s okay?”
She smirked. “I haven’t even told my da.”
“Oh.” He scratched his chin. “Yeah, I may have done that too.” He opened the door and a rush of warm air greeted her. “But I’ll make it up to you.”
“How so?” She stepped inside and the scent of cinnamon drifted to her. Eyes wide, she met his face. “You didn’t.”
He grinned. “I did.”
Isa beamed at him, then rushed down the hallway to the kitchen. Sure enough, his mouthwatering cinnamon concoctions sat fresh from the oven on the countertop. “Oh my God, they’re still warm.” She grabbed one, icing dripping onto her fingers, and took a bite. “This is better than sex,” she moaned around her mouthful.
“I sure fucking hope not or you’re doing something wrong, Doc,” Rubble teased, walking into the room.
Sitting on one of the barstools, Isa happily munched on the twists of cinnamon. More Macha members filed into the kitchen, their noses bringing their rumbling stomachs toward the goodies. Soon, the noise level attracted Reaper and Queenie. They stood in the doorway, Reaper’s arm around Queenie’s waist, a proud smile on their faces. They were the pure epitome of Macha.
Doc joked with his brothers and took the baking comments with ease. Every now and then, he’d glance her way. His eyes always held more adoration than she could comprehend. It was something she’d come to love about her biker. No one else would do. She was a Macha princess first, but now she was more than that. She was a Macha old lady, and nothing compared to the pride her new title instilled.
A tall and muscular biker walked into the kitchen, and she eyed him warily. She’d only spoken to Kevlar once. Something suspicious hovered just below the surface with him. There was chatter amongst the nymphs, but none she could pin down. The gossip revolved around Kevlar and a mysterious tattooed woman they’d all seen around Snowshoe over the autumn.
With the Twelve Brothers currently sated, Isa could only imagine the recent discussions at church involved their neighboring MC rival, the Greenback Cutthroats. She’d been too entangled in her love bubble with Doc to really know what—if anything—simmered between the two MCs.
Dolly slipped into the room and smiled at Isa. Thankfully, after her return, the two had cleared the air. Isa was never more grateful to have a sister, even if she was a bit loony at times.
“All right, fuckers, I’m outta here,” Doc called, flipping his middle fingers up.
“Good luck, big daddy,” Hawk teased.
Isa followed, but only after grabbing another five rolls. The fresh treats wouldn’t last till the morning—she’d learned the hard way over the last few months.
