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“Need me to grab anything else?” he asked, his arms full of folding chairs.
Yasmina and Delphi looked his way while Jupiter kept unfolding the chairs. After he and Rubble finished hauling the necessities to the tent, the setup was nearly complete.
Delphi shook her head, unpackaging the plastic silverware and paper plates. “I think we’re good.”
“The mayor said he’ll make announcements in an hour,” Brewer filled in. He’d gotten up early for the Snowshoe city meeting and was damned glad he hadn’t missed it. The local authorities had also been there, and Brewer was among the tight-knit group that discussed Macha’s upcoming plan to corner Shovelhead.
“Great. We’ll be ready by then.” Yasmina grinned and walked around the table that held the cash register. The two shops would share any of the profits from the day, and the main courses were offered on a donation basis for the women’s shelter.
He finished placing the last chair at the long table and watched the trio of women scurry around, trying to prepare for the incoming onslaught of hungry citizens from Snowshoe and Waverley.
Gripping the back of one of the chairs, Brewer’s pulse quickened the longer he took in Delphi’s fluid movements. Her hair was partially pinned out of her face, the rest spiraling down the light brown cardigan she was wearing over her maroon shirt. Knee-high boots covered leggings with a spring-inspired design, her ass tempting him to reach out and smack it.
All in all, every inch of his girl was scrumptious. His dick pulsed and he adjusted his jeans.Not now.There was enough time to sneak her away, but he wouldn’t suggest it. Not when her nerves were already bundled and frantic due to meeting Shovelhead sometime during the picnic. The exact time it would happen was unknown, keeping her and all of Macha on high alert.
Delphi had woken early that morning, sleep having evaded her but not from his doing. The day meant a lot to both of them, but it might almost mean more to her. Brewer watched her now as she brushed powdered sugar over a plate of beignets from the bakery, a sprinkling landing on her shirt. She seemed off today. He couldn’t blame her for being uncertain about what the day would bring.
“Brewer, can you give me a hand with the last table?” Rubble asked, breaking into his observations.
“Yeah, you bet.” He moved toward the line of vehicles parked on the street. The town square was quickly filling with people from both cities.
“She ready for this?” Rubble flipped down the tailgate and hopped into the truck bed.
Brewer grabbed the end and pulled the table closer to the edge. “As ready as she can be. I think she’s pretty nervous.”
Jumping down, Rubble nodded. “Don’t blame her.” He grabbed the other side of the lightweight table. There was no need for both men to hold it, either one more than capable, but it allowed them to step away for a brief moment. “Our guys are scattered throughout the square. Got two guys on scopes at opposite ends if the need arises too.”
“I wish all this wasn’t necessary.” They stopped before they reached the tent.
“It’s Shovelhead, Brewer. Of course it’s necessary.”
“I know, I know.” He shook his head. “And who knows who else he has on his payroll? Just sucks that Delphi has to see all this.”
Rubble pushed up his cap and scratched his forehead. “My guys are well camouflaged. Unless Shovelhead does something dickish, she’ll never see them.”
“Let’s hope not.” He patted the table. “Better get this to them before one of the girls comes looking for us.”
Grunting, Rubble picked it up by himself. “Knowing those three, it’ll be my old lady. She’d haul it herself if I let her.”
“Got to love gutsy women,” Brewer said with a smirk.
Rubble nodded appreciatively. “Especially in the bedroom.”
Brewer chuckled and walked past him. Macha’s bikers did their fair share of bragging, but when it came to old ladies, the men were far more selective in telling stories, but Rubble and Jupiter’s bedroom antics wasn’t something he wanted to dwell on right then.
Coming up behind Delphi, he wrapped his arms around her waist. “How’re you holding up?”
She smiled, pausing her hands above the tray of madeleines. “Pretty well, all things considered.” She kissed his cheek, then returned to her work. “What’re you going to be doing during all this?”
A crowd had started closing in on the focal point in the center of the lawn. Snowshoe’s mayor stood with Waverley’s on the elevated stage, testing the microphone.
Brewer checked the time. “Hanging around the tent.”
“Is that why you’re in regular clothes?” She gestured toward his plain sweatshirt. Not wearing his cut overtop felt weird, but it was necessary.
“Yeah. We’re all trying to blend in.” He looked across the square. “Except at Macha’s tent. It’s easier this way.”
Delphi rearranged the desserts on the tables. “Makes sense. Shovelhead is probably already wary of showing up at a town event where Macha will be participating.”
