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I glanced at Throttle to see if he had any reaction to Sloane calling him my biker. “My Romeo,” I laughed. “At least according to the camera crew, he's my Romeo.”
Throttle grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Let’s just hope we have a better ending than they did.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
*
Chapter Seventeen
Throttle
“That was fucking easy.”
Sloane waved the piece of paper in the air. “We’ve got our marriage license,” she cheered.
“And it’s fucking crazy that you guys could sign that right now, and you’re officially married,” Dove mused. “Like, you guys don’t need an officiant or even witnesses.”
Apparently, Colorado was one of the easiest states in America to get married. Hell, there was literally a ten-minute wait to get the license.
We had been in Golden for a total of thirty minutes, and Sloane had her marriage license in hand.
The camera crew moved around us, and people near us were taking notice. I didn’t think Golden was the type of town that was used to a camera crew filming. Especially not two bikers and their ol’ ladies.
That was still crazy to think about.
I had an ol’ lady.
“Excuse me.”
I turned and pulled Dove into my arms to make way for a woman coming down the sidewalk.
The woman stopped in front of us and put her hands on her hips.
“Hi?” Dove asked.
The woman smiled wide. “Hi,” she chirped. “I saw you guys when you came into town.”
She seemed harmless, but Aero and I were on alert in case this chick was someone who was going to try to hurt us.
“In the van?” Sloane asked. “I know it’s a creeper van, but I didn’t think it was that noticeable.”
“No,” the woman laughed. “I meant when you guys were walking down Main Street. I actually noticed your guys’ cuts first.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
The woman thrust her hand out to Dove. “I’m Hannah. My fiancé is part of an MC in town. I’m so used to seeing VII Knights cuts that I was shocked to see a different MC.”
Oh.
Oh fuck.
We were in a town that had an MC, and here we were, walking around their town with a camera crew like we owned the place. We very well might be a town where the local MC did not appreciate having other clubs just appear.
Dove shook her hand and glanced at me. “Uh, we’re just in town for a couple of days. My parents used to come here years ago, and my friends decided to come here to get married.”
Probably a little bit more information than I would have given, but it was fine.
Sloane was still holding the marriage license, and obviously, we weren’t from around here.
