“What about you? No other half?”
I shake my head, my smile fading. “No.”
I follow her into a walk-in wardrobe. It’s full to the brim with clothes, and I notice some still have tags. Shoes are lined up in pristine condition. “Now,” she says, sternly, “don’t judge me, but since I moved up here, I’ve become borderline obsessed with fashion. It’s far from who I used to be, but this makes me happy.”
I run my hand through the rack of clothes. “It’s amazing. There’s so much stuff.”
“Probably too much.”
She searches through and pulls out a few outfits. “Are you looking to find love?” she asks, holding up a short, tight-fitted dress. I shake my head, and she shrugs, stuffing it back in the wardrobe.
“What about this?” she asks, holding up a white dress with a tight-fitted bodice and a short, flared skirt.
I smile. “I love it.”
“Try it on.” She heads out, leaving me to strip from my old, worn clothes and into the dress. It’s a little loose but not noticeable, and I instantly love it. Lexi comes back in and lets out a low whistle.
“It was made for you.”
“Thank you so much. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to get out of those clothes.” I laugh. “I’ve washed them, of course, but I put them straight back on.”
She frowns. “You don’t have any clothes.”
“I left my last place in a hurry. I didn’t get a chance to take things.”
She glances at her wardrobe. “And here I am lording all my labelled shit.”
I shake my head. “Oh, please don’t feel bad. You didn’t know.”
“I’ll sort some things out for you.”
I’m already backing out the room. “No, you’ve done enough.”
“Shoes,” she calls, and I stop in the doorway. “We look the same size. You need flats if you’re working the bar.” She grabs a pair of Converse. “White will look good.”
I take them. “Thank you so much. I really do appreciate it.”
Chapter Three
Shadow
She’s a natural. Of course, she is. The way Remi works the bar, and the bikers, tells me she’s spent many years blagging her way through life. It’s all an act. She pretends to be confident and loud, but deep down, she’s suffered. And that bothers me more than it should.
“You should take a picture, I hear it lasts longer,” says Grizz with a grin.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you show any interest in another woman.”
I scowl. “I had Sasha sucking my cock right by that bar just last night.”
“I said interested,” he repeats. “You don’t wanna fuck Remi. You wanna wife her up.” He laughs as he heads into church.
I roll my eyes and follow. Stupid arse doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I huff to myself. I ain’t ever wife-ing anyone up. Least of all, Remi.
Axel is already at his place, head of the table. He waits for us all to sit before slamming the gavel on the table the same way his old man used to. “It’s been a long time coming,” he begins. “But as you all know, tonight is about us making connections.”
“Pres, this ain’tLove Island,” Fletch jokes, causing a few brothers to snigger.
