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I loop my arms around his neck and lean up to kiss his cheek. “You’re wrong. Your brothers arewaymore entertaining than clowns.”
“That’s what I’m sayin’!” Shelby squeals and pats my shoulder.
“Better looking too, right?” Jigsaw asks, smoothing a hand over his beard.
“Absolutely.”
Jigsaw gives Dex a smug smile.
“I’ll take good care of her,” Shelby promises, finally managing to pull me away from the guys.
We meet up with Trinity near what looks like a bar area. A few guys are sitting on stools, sipping coffee. I run my gaze over the bikers already in the clubhouse, checking if Grayson’s here.
“Look, Trinity!” Shelby announces. “We finally got Emily here.”
Finally? I didn’t realize they’d been waiting for me to make an appearance.
Trinity flashes a quick smile. “Sorry I missed you last night.”
“That’s okay.”
“Come on.” Trinity urges us down a long, wide hallway. “Did anyone give you a tour of the clubhouse?” she asks over her shoulder.
“No, it was already kind of packed when we got here,” I answer.
She slows her rapid steps and points to a swinging door on our right. “Bathrooms. We keep pretty much any feminine items you might need stocked in there.”
“Uh, good to know. Thanks.”
Trinity nods and continues walking, slower this time. “This used to be the champagne room.” Her lips tilt into a sly smile. “We use it mostly for yoga now.”
Shelby snorts. “The unholy things that happened in there last night had nothin’ to do with yoga.”
“Seriously?” Trinity sighs. “Damn. I thought we finally won that battle.”
“Ravage ain’t playin’,” Shelby laughs.
Shaking her head, Trinity continues. Another hallway branches off to our right. “Laundry room’s down there. Gym. A few rooms for people who live here full-time.”
She slaps her hands against the right side of a double-swinging door and leads us into a cafeteria-style dining room, big enough for a college dormitory. A bigger, more official looking bar runs the entire length of the back wall. A large coffee station is set up there now. Vibrant murals of the Lost Kings Motorcycle Club’s logo decorate the walls.
Trinity points to the bar. “Coffee’s over there. Serena says you’re a tea drinker? There should be hot water and tea bags too. The selection isn’t great but if you let me know what you prefer, I’ll try to have some on hand,” she says, as if she expects me to be here often.
Such a simple thing, but her words wrap around me like a hug.
“Kitchen’s through here.” Trinity marches ahead and pushes open another swinging door.
Heat rolls over us. Someone’s been cooking and baking.
“Wow,” I mutter, staring at the industrial appliances in the large space.
“Lots of bikers to feed,” Trinity laughs.
“I guess so.”
Trinity introduces me to a few girls I don’t recognize and I’m so overloaded, I immediately forget their names.
“Heidi,” Trinity says. “You remember Emily?”
