Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Her lips pursed, annoyance flashing across her features for a moment. “Of course. Your job is as important to you as mine is to me.”
“There’s shit I can’t—won’t tell you,” I warned.
Alice shrugged. “Would it be any different if you were back in the military instead of working for your club?”
I blinked, completely stunned at her logic.
Incredible. Perfect. Amazing. None of these words seemed to accurately describe this woman. If she hadn’t already owned me, this would have sealed the deal.
“After you take me home, go to your meeting, then let me know when you’ll have time for another date.” Pink dusts across her cheeks, and she stuttered, “Um, not that we are—if you don’t—I’m not assuming there will be—I just meant—”
I shut her up by covering her mouth with mine and kissing her stupid.
When we broke apart, I grinned. “There will definitely be more dates, gorgeous. But this one isn’t over yet. I’m taking you to the clubhouse with me.”
4
ALICE
Iwas excited to meet the people important to Grady, but I was also nervous because I had no idea what to expect. As we pulled through the gates of the Iron Rogues compound, I felt a little as though I was being thrown into the deep end since I was totally unfamiliar with how motorcycle clubs worked.
Grady parked his bike in front of a large building and cut the engine. Then he twisted around and directed, “Hop off to the left side, gorgeous. And be careful of the muffler on the right when you swing your leg over.”
I appreciated how careful and patient he’d been with me during our ride. I never expected to be on a motorcycle, but I had enjoyed being on the back of Grady’s so much. And not just because wrapping myself around his muscular body had been one of the best parts of our date.
Gripping his broad shoulders, I did as he instructed. My legs were a little wobbly at first, but he held my hand and waited to dismount until I was steady. After he hung both of our helmets from the handlebars, he grinned at me. “All good?”
“Yup,” I confirmed, my knees feeling weak again for an entirely different reason now. That sexy smile of his was a lethal weapon to my panties. If I’d known how quickly—and often—they would get drenched during our date, I would have tucked an extra pair into my purse. But then I wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eyes when he pulled the bag out of his saddlebag and handed it to me. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
He settled his palm on my lower back to guide me into the clubhouse. When the door shut behind us, I blinked my eyes to adjust to the lack of light compared to the bright, sunny day outside. It wasn’t dark inside, but the sharp contrast took me a moment to get used to.
When I found a bunch of people staring at us—mostly me—I kind of wished I was still having problems seeing. I’d never liked being the center of attention, and already feeling like a fish out of water only magnified the feeling. It also didn’t help that the men were almost as hot as Grady, and the women were gorgeous.
“Does your club recruit from a modeling agency?” I mumbled.
I had a bad habit of blurting stuff out when I was nervous, and it had been the cause of embarrassment more often than I wanted to admit. And this was no different.
Any hope that my question was too low for anyone but Grady to hear was dashed when the other guys laughed along with him, and the women giggled. One of them stood and hurried over to us. “Don’t be embarrassed for saying what us old ladies have thought many times before.”
“Um…I wasn’t just talking about the guys,” I confessed, my cheeks filling with more heat.
“Aw, thank you.” She started to hug me but was gently pulled back by one of the men, who tugged on the hem of her shirt and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“You better have been talking about me and only me, angel,” he muttered, brushing his lips against her temple.
The woman twisted around to roll her eyes at him. “We’re married, I’m wearing your property patch, and I’m carrying your baby. You’ve put every claim on me that you can, and the only guys here are your club brothers. Plus, I only have eyes for you. There is no need to be all over-the-top possessive, Hayes.”
He settled his hand over her slightly rounded belly. “You could give me a dozen babies, but that’s never gonna change.”
One of the women laughed. “If he’s anything like his president, he’s definitely not lying.”
“Or his VP,” the woman next to her added.
The redheads had the same color eyes and pale skin, so I assumed they were related. My guess was quickly confirmed later as Grady introduced me to everyone.