Though… maybe I do. I know what I feel for my daughter. But that is a different sort of love, isn’t it? I’m not sure I know how to love someone who isn’t part of me.
There are a few bikes in the large parking lot, but more trucks. Grizz parks as close to the clubhouse as he can. It looks like a regular building. Something along the lines of a mechanic shop without the garages, or maybe a small warehouse.
From here, I spot part of another building further back, but I can’t see enough of it to make out what it really looks like. I assume that’s the bar.
“Some of these idiots still ride in weather like this,” Grizz grumbles.
“We were out riding not too long ago,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but it could snow tonight. They shouldn’t be riding in the snow. It’s dangerous.”
“Look at you caring,” I say, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He turns at the last minute, finding my lips.
“I care about you a lot, Angel.”
I hum happily, my heart flipping in my chest. “I care about you too, Grizz.”
He kisses me again, his hand grasping the back of my neck tightly.
There goes my stomach again, sending these warm pleasure signals right between my legs.
A soft tapping on the window pulls us apart, and I find Tommy and Kelsey standing outside Grizz’s window, smiling.
“Impatient,” he grumbles, shutting off the car.
I get out and go right to the back to undo the car seat, but I can’t get it unlatched.
“Let me help,” Grizz says gently, and I move out of the way. He pushes the button, pulls it off and sets her down gently. “You have to push before you pull.”
“I think she’s just too heavy for me to carry.”
“She is getting big,” he says, and I pout. “I’ll carry her in.”
He picks up the carrier like it weighs nothing and takes my hand with his free one. I hoist the bag up on my shoulder and shut the door.
I’m nervous about this, I won’t lie.
I trust Grizz, and I trust Tommy and Kelsey. I know Snapper and Dr. Carter, and I trust them too. But how many other guys are in here? Are they all good people, or are some of them terrible people like the Iron Runners were? I tell myself Grizzwouldn’t be around people like that, but some people are good at hiding and pretending.
“Get the door, Tommy, would ya?” Grizz says.
He pulls the door open, and a wave of warm air hits us. Grizz steps inside, and I follow after him. Spooky Halloween music plays in the background, while guys chat loudly.
“Grizz!” One of the guys walks over to us. He’s as tall as Grizz, big, too, but notasbig. He’s wearing the same cut that Grizz wears, the same one I saw Snapper wear. His hair is wild on his head, dark and curly. “This your girl?” he asks, looking at me with a smile.
“The fuck you think? I’m walking in here with another girl and a baby?”
He barks out a laugh, then offers me his hand. “Tank.”
I’m assuming that’s his name, so I give him my hand and say, “Anastacia.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you. I hear about you and this little baby all the time. Sorry I missed you at Community Day. Shit was real crazy. Oh sh—I mean, sorry. I shouldn’t swear.” He looks at Dorothea.
“She doesn’t understand words yet,” Grizz says, sounding affectionately annoyed.
“It’s okay, and it’s nice to meet you,” I say.
“Can I get you a drink or something? We brought all the bottles over from the bar…”
