Her brow furrows. “Old ladies?”
“Our women. Wives and girlfriends.”
She nods, her eyes still taking in the room. I watch her face, trying to gauge if she’s uncomfortable. But all I see is curiosity and maybe a little excitement.
Good.
I take her over to the bar and motion for the prospect.
Havoc comes over, his green eyes flicking curiously to Honey. “What can I get you?”
“Beer,” I tell him, then look down at Honey. “What do you want, baby?”
She bites her lip. Fuck, I want to do that. “I don’t know. What do you have?”
“Got anything fruity for the lady?” I ask Havoc.
He nods. “We got that White Claw the ol’ ladies like.”
“Perfect,” Honey smiles.
Havoc hands a Corona to me and a White Claw to Honey. I watch as she takes a sip and smiles. “This is good.”
I grin, drop a kiss on her lips, then lick my own, tasting the drink on her lips. “I’ll stick with my beer.”
She smiles, and I decide I want to keep that look on her face.
As I glance around the room, I spot the ol’ ladies sitting at their designated booth by the pool table.
“C’mon.” I put my arm over her shoulders and weave us around people in the room, to the table the ol’ ladies have dubbed theirs for eternity.
The women’s eyes go wide as we approach. I’m sure the last thing they expected was for me to show up with a date. Especially considering I’ve been a miserable fuck the last few weeks over Sarah.
“Ladies,” I nod, pulling Honey closer. “This is Honey. She moved in next door to me yesterday.”
Mac, Rage’s old lady, is the first to recover from her shock. Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief as she shifts the baby in her arms. “Well, hello there. I’m Mac. And this handsome little man is Saint.”
The baby gurgles, drool sliding down his chin.
I watch as Honey’s entire face softens. “Oh my goodness, he’s adorable.”
Mac’s eyes move to me.
Oh boy.
“You guys sure don’t waste time when you see what you want, do ya?”
I roll my eyes, then turn to the Prez’s ol’ lady.
“This is Cora,” I nod to Chief’s fiancée. “That’s Memphis, Killer’s woman. And this is Beck, Cora’s son.”
Cora smiles warmly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Sit with us, hon. These boys are about to get into their usual bullshit anyway.”
She’s right. My brothers are already eyeing me from across the room, no doubt ready to give me shit for bringing Honey.
Honey looks up at me, a question in her eyes.
“Go ahead,” I tell her. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
