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I leaned down and dropped a kiss on her pretty red lips. “I’ve gotta tell Callum that I may or may not have just started a feud with the local one-percenter biker club. If I’ve pissed Pagan off, there may be repercussions.”

Her hand grasped mine and squeezed. “If Pagan fucked Saskia behind Aislynn’s back, then Ash will never forgive him. I’ve heard rumblings that he’s been trying to get her to talk to him, but she won’t even throw him a bone. Believe me, that ship’s well and truly sailed. There are no repercussions to have. What’s done is done.”

A thought flickered through my head, and my eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you know?”

“I kinda worked it out, but I wasn’t sure. It was only because Tristan suspected and confided in me that I even put two andtwo together. Aislynn hasn’t divulged what went down, though I think she’s over there now, filling everyone in.”

Taking her hand, I kissed her palm, inhaling her perfume. “Don’t wander too far, and don’t disappear anywhere on your own. There are some KOA boys here tonight, and you look fire.”

“You’re so sweet,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the clubhouse. “But before you go, tell me, honey. Why the hell did you fuck Saskia?”

I flinched.

Shit.

“It was a long time ago, and I’m not proud of it.”

“It’s okay.” Her finger swept across my jaw. “We all have pasts.”

“If it’s any consolation, I did get tested straight after. I wasn’tthatstupid.”

“Well, I’ve seen your clean bill of health, so I know your dick’s clean.” She rolled her lips inward to stop herself from laughing at how uncomfortable I probably looked.

“You’re a minx,” I muttered.

My woman leaned up and kissed me softly. “You love it.”

She was right. I did.

My eyes locked with hers. “That’s not the only thing I love.”

Her voice was husky when she whispered, “Don’t make me cry.”

“You make my life better just by being in it,” I went on. “You’re the one I never saw coming, and when you did, you knocked me on my ass.”

Her eyes filled with tears.

My chest tightened. “Baby, don’t cry.”

“Ignore me.” She sniffed.

I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling.

She slapped my chest. “It’s not funny.”

“You’re fucking adorable.” I grabbed her hand and laced our fingers together. “I need to go tell Cal what just happened with Pagan.”

“I know.” Her gaze fell on something over my shoulder, and her lips twisted. “Pagan and Saskia just walked in, so I’m thinking Ash may need all the friends around her she can get. I also need to stick to Maeve like glue. I don’t know that Saskia chick very well, but I’ve never liked her, and I certainly don’t trust her. I’ll keep an eye on things with the girls while you talk to Cal.”

I loved that I could go do my thing and still trust Rosie to look after herself. My woman was streetwise and had a mouth on her. If Saskia tried her shit with Rosie, the bitch wouldn’t know what had hit her.

“Go talk to the girls, and check in soon,” I urged gently.

She rolled up on her tippy toes again and pecked my lips with hers, whispering, “Later, honey.” Then she turned on her sexy heels and strutted toward the girls.

I watched her ass sway with a grin on my face. Then I pulled myself out of my Rosie trance, did an about-turn, and headed toward Callum, who was at the bar with Atlas and Breaker.

“You okay?” Atlas asked as I approached, no doubt with a dazed look on my face from the aftermath of the ‘Rosie-effect.’