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I’d only had a cup of coffee and was ready to eat.
The clubhouse wasn’t empty. Bones and Raze were in the kitchen standing around while Kelp was staring into the fridge.
“Hey kids,” Bones greeted. “How’s the apartment?”
“Cute, but small,” I stated. “Not enough room for us both to live there.”
“Logan will be crashing here for the time being,” Smoke stated. “Until she can find a place.”
“Cool,” Bones said.
“There’s nothing in this fridge,” Kelp grumbled as he shut the door. “And I’m fucking starving.”
“Me too,” I admitted just as my stomach rumbled again.
Bones cracked a grin. “I can hear your belly from here.”
“Rude,” I said, but I laughed.
“There’s a wing place close and it’s pretty solid food,” Raze said.
“I’m in.” My tastebuds were tingling and I began salivating at the idea.
“You can ride with me,” Bones said.
“No. She rides with me,” Smoke gritted out.
Bones and Smoke stared at each other until Bones smiled suddenly. “Sure, brother.”
Even I wasn’t oblivious to the proverbial pissing contest between them. Ever the people pleaser, I jumped in and said, “Let me change real fast. I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”
“Meet you guys out front,” Raze said.
Kelp followed him, but Bones stopped near me before he went to the door and said, “Tight jeans, babe. Wear tight jeans.”
I swore I heard Smoke growl as Bones moved past him.
When it was just the two of us, Smoke looked at me and asked, “You ever been on the back of a motorcycle?”
“No.”
“You got boots?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Wear them.”
Without another word, Smoke strolled outside.
I knew Bones was winding him up, but I wasn’t a fan of grumpy Smoke. I missed easy, smiling Smoke.
But I definitely appreciated jealous Smoke.
I quickly changed out of my skirt and flats and threw on a pair of dark jeans that hugged my ass. I had a well-loved black racer tank top that I paired with a white camisole underneath. Chunky ankle boots completed my outfit. I quickly threw up my hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed my purse, and headed out to meet the guys.
They were already on their bikes. I walked up to Smoke who was straddling his motorcycle, looking far too sexy in his leather vest and sunglasses.
Danger and virility rolled off him.
