“God, yes!” Cora exclaims. “Chief thinks he can just tell me what to do, and I’ll magically fall in line.”
“Rage is the worst,” Mac says, rolling her eyes. “Sometimes I swear he thinks his word is law.”
I laugh along with them, but shake my head. “Well, no. He’s just so confident.” ”Just wait,” Mac smiles. “That quickly turns into bossy biker.”
“Yes!” Memphis exclaims. “That’s exactly it!”
The women dissolve into laughter again.
“Welcome to the club, honey,” Cora says, lifting her drink in a mock toast. “They’re all the same. Possessive, protective, bossy as hell?—“
“That’s the magic,” Memphis says with a dreamy look on her face. “Our men might be bossy as hell, but they’ve got this way about them that makes you want to do what they say because you know it comes from a place of love and care.”
I laugh, taking another sip of my drink. “I wouldn’t know. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.”
“How long?” Memphis leans in.
Oh boy. The truth is so embarrassing. “Uhm… six years?”
Mac’s eyebrows shoot up. “Six years? Girl, you must be ready to climb the walls!”
My face flushes with heat. “I’ve been busy. Two kids, working, school.” Trying to keep my head above water.
“Well, Dread will certainly take care of that drought,” Memphis says with a wicked grin.
I peek over where Dread is standing, and my stomach flips. I’m not sure I even remember what sex is like.
Mac’s expression suddenly changes, her eyes fixed on something behind me. Her brows inch up her forehead.
I turn to see what she’s looking at. A stunningly beautiful woman with glossy brown hair and a tall, lanky guy in an expensive-looking sweater are standing in the doorway. The woman scans the room, her eyes landing on our table. Her face lights up as she lifts a hand and waves.
When I turn back around, all eyes at the table are on me.
“What?”
The women exchange a look, their eyebrows doing some kind of silent communication thing.
Memphis finally says, “That woman who just walked in is Sarah.”
I glance over my shoulder again, then back at the table. I’ve never seen the woman before, and I’m positive Dread hasn’t mentioned anyone by that name. “Okay…?”
Memphis and Mac exchange another look. Memphis gives a slight nod and says, “You might as well tell her.”
My brows snap together. “Tell me what?”
Mac’s eyes drift over my shoulder. “That’s Sarah... We used to live together before I met Rage.” She bites her lips like she’s not sure how she’s going to deliver the next bit of news.
“That sounds nice.” I mean, I’m not sure what else to say here.
She exhales. “Dread sorta used to have a thing for her.”
“Apparently not anymore since Miss Thing here showed up,” Cora says.
“Cora!” Memphis gasps before turning back to me with a softer expression.
“What? That’s a good thing. He was always moping around here like someone ran over his puppy.”
My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach. Why would he bring me here if he’s got a thing for another woman? And why did he kiss me?
