“Are you sure people won’t think we’re together?” I whispered.
“I’m sure,” he whispered back.
“Okay,” I said.
We headed into the great room and I removed my hand from his, which I could tell he didn’t like, but I refused to be labeled as his woman.
I saw Sundance raise an eyebrow in our direction before planting a smile on his face and making his way to us. “Raquel.”
“Hey, Sundance.”
“Welcome.”
I smiled, sliding my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “Thanks.”
“Who’s this?” a feminine voice asked.
I turned toward the sound, and a drop-dead gorgeous blonde approached, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Letti, this is Raquel,” Orion said.
“She’s Doc’s sister,” Sundance provided. “Dogs of Fire Prez.”
“Oh, you’re from Savannah,” she said.
“I am. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’ssupernice to meet you, too,” she said in a slightly sing-song voice.
“Ignore my sister,” Orion said.
“Or don’t,” she retorted. “I think you and I might need to get a drink.”
“Violet,” Orion warned.
“I think so, too,” I piped in, and followed her to the bar.
“Jesus Christ,” I heard Orion hiss behind us, and I bit back a smile.
“How long have you known my brother?” she asked as we sidled up to the makeshift bar.
“A couple of weeks.”
“No kidding?”
“I met him at Smiley’s. Come to find out, my brother put out a word to watch over me.”
“Oh, they’re assholes like that, aren’t they?” she complained.
I chuckled. “Very much so.”
“Squeaker, shots, please,” she demanded to the biker behind the bar.
He pulled out the bottle of Don Julio Añejo and two shot glasses, pouring the tequila into each, then setting the bottle on the bar beside them.
Violet lifted hers and directed me to do the same. I did and she said, “To overprotective biker brothers.” Then we clinked glasses and downed the deliciousness that was high quality tequila.
“Who are you calling overprotective?” a deep voice demanded from behind me.
