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Kevlar bit the inside of his cheek. “Yeah, he does. Can’t keep something like this from him or the club.”
Rubble clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the heavy lifting. You just convince her to let us help.”
He smiled. “I’ll talk to her after the wedding.”
“Fuck that, bring her to the wedding, then you won’t be daydreaming about her every second,” Rubble said, chuckling.
He smirked. Rubble wasn’t wrong, though he’d hoped to be a little inconspicuous. He couldn’t get Kita out of his thoughts since seeing her amber eyes.
After stuffing the envelope with the contents from his lap, Kevlar followed the other man into the lodge. They had an entire day’s worth of work to do before the wedding the following night. He’d go into town later and see if he was wasting his time or if there was a chance Kita was the same woman he fell in love with fifteen years ago.
***
“Kevlar, can you help with this one?” Dolly asked, handing him a string of lights.
Climbing the ladder, he hoisted the orange lights over his head. “Remind me again why we’re decorating the trees outside.”
“Because Doc’s princess insisted.” Dolly held the ladder steady, eyes sparkling mischief. “This is a very nice view by the way.”
Kevlar glanced over his shoulder and noticed Dolly staring at his jeaned ass. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were checking me out.”
She snorted and smacked his left butt cheek. “Keep dreaming, Macha man.”
He carefully wound the lights around the top of the tall evergreen bush. “What? I’m not your type?”
Dolly cracked her neck, her black ponytail swaying at the act. “I’m fairly certain your heart’s on hold for someone else.”
“Why do you say that?” He climbed down, bringing the leftover string of lights with him. Kevlar held his breath. Hardly anyone had seen him with Kita and the few that did wouldn’t snitch about his former feelings about the gorgeous woman. He let out a breath.Not all in the past.
“Did anyone ever tell you how I became the nymph madame?”
Kevlar cocked his brow at the not-so-subtle subject change. Nevertheless, he answered. “No, I think I’d remember such a tale.”
Standing on the other side of the bush, Dolly stuck the lights on the branches near her, then handed them to Kevlar to do the same on his side. “I grew up in Macha. I’ve seen my fair share of relationships. Somewhere along the way, I started playing matchmaker.”
He chuckled. “Okay, I can’t even imagine that.”
She reached over and playfully punched his arm. “Try, asshat.” She smirked when he feigned pain. “I was only sixteen when I started with the nymphs.”
“You set the nymphs up with people?”
“Yeah.” She untangled the lights. “I didn’t think it was fair that a nymph and Macha member couldn’t be together.”
Stooping, he finished hanging the lower lights. “I always wondered about that rule myself.”
“You can argue it with Reaper. I never got anywhere with the old man.” She rolled her blue eyes. “Anyway, I was tired of seeing nymphs unhappy, so I started setting them up with non-MC members. The ones who wanted it of course. Some were fine with the way things were.”
“And Reaper was okay with this?”
Dolly chuckled. “Not at first.” She plugged in the lights and an orange glow lit up the tree. “But eventually, he got used to it. The nymphs were happier, and we didn’t have any issues with one trying to snare a Macha man.
Thinking it over, Kevlar realized he’d never seen a miserable nymph. The women were always treated well, and none even attempted to lure a Macha biker to the marriage altar. He hadn’t even noticed it.
“Plus, I got to be a bigger part of the MC.” She smoothed back her hair. “If my match was successful, the nymph left, new hubby in tow, and Macha brought in a new girl to take the open position.
Kevlar hid the extension cord behind the shrubbery. “So really, you’re a matchmaker posing as a madame.”
“In a way.”
