Page 174 of Fly's Path

“They don’t historically, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t for you. Are you sure you don’t want to try?”

No. “Yes.”

“Then you should tell him. He’s watching you.” Savie nods towards a space behind me.

I twist to see him staring at me as he carries in chairs.

He winks and keeps going.

“Are you really sure?”

No. “Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

That makes two of us. “What about you and Bram?”

Going Home

Sheridan

How does a biker gang that’s located in a small town have so many friends? We set the tables they suggested and bought the food to feed as many people as they suggested, but not one of us actually expected all these people to show up.

But the field near the clubhouse is filled with people enjoying a clam bake.

Someone pulled out a guitar about an hour ago, and as far as parties go, this one is pretty perfect.

“Is this the shellfish-free section?” A young woman walks up with a grin on her face.

“It sure is. What can I get for you?”

“A little of everything. I was afraid I was going to be eating peanut butter and jelly in my RV tonight. I can’t believe Rogue found an old lady. There are a lot of disappointed women here this weekend.”

Old lady? That’s a little rude.

“Are you with any of the bikers here tonight?”

Me with a biker?? I mean, kissing Fly doesn’t mean I’m with him. “I’m a friend of the bride.”

“Ah. You should try to find yourself a biker while you’re here. They’re a lot of fun.”

“Oh, really?” She’s not wrong. Being around Fly makes me smile.

“Yeah. Being on the back of their bikes is the best feeling ever. But even better is that the guys in Chaos are loaded. They know how to take care of their women.”

What?

“I’m hoping to catch the attention of one of them this weekend.”

“Anyone in particular?” Or would any man with a bike and money do? I angrily scoop food onto her plate.

“Not really. Though I wouldn’t mind getting to know Fly or Bram better. Those are two pretty men.”

I don’t know if I’d call Fly pretty. “You have a nice time this weekend.” I hold out the plate to her and manage not to grit my teeth as I say, “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks.” She walks off with a swish of her short skirt.

Women like that give the rest of us a bad reputation. Fly would never fall for someone like that.