“Set up a cut party for this weekend and we’ll make it official.” With that decision over, I’m just about to ask him what his next question was when Emily calls out to me.
“Deck. Where you at?”
“In the garage, darlin’.”
And then there she is, the woman that’s made my old heart beat faster the last few weeks. Framed in the garage entry, hands on her hips, she glares at me, and I wonder what the hell I’ve done.
“You need to make a decision, Deck Ivor. Either I’m your Old Lady or I’m not. Enough of this pussyfooting around and worrying about feelings.”
Next to me, Maestro bites back a chuckle. And I’m hard pressed not to join him because, my lord, this woman is hot as fuck when she’s riled, but I’d also rather she not bean me if I laugh. And I have a feeling she wouldn’t be one to hold back if she were pissed off.
Standing up from my chair, I stalk over to her and stare down at her. “Woman were you or were you not on my sled last weekend?”
She narrows her eyes and purses her lips as she glares at me. All I want to do is devour her mouth and kiss the sass right out of her.
“Don’t youwomanme Deck ‘Red’ Ivor. I have no clue where your head’s at. You went from a hundred miles an hour getting me here to zero in the space of a few weeks. Maybe you’ve had second thoughts? I’m not a bloody mind reader,” she growls, poking her finger into my chest with every word.
“Darlin’, were you on my sled last weekend?” I ask again.
“I was.”
“Did I or did I not tell you I’d give you time to get used to the idea of being mine? In fact, if I recall our conversation you asked for three months.”
Emily lowers her eyes and her shoulders slump when she nods. “You did.”
I didn’t like this. I preferred her full of vinegar, spitting fire at me.
Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I pull her closer until I can enfold her in my arms. She sighs, turning her head and resting her cheek on my chest. Her arms circle my waist. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I say, “Can I take it from your entrance that I can stop being so bloody polite and move you into my house and my bed?”
Maestro lets out a groan. “Fuck’s sake, Pops. I’m still here.”
Emily giggles when I turn to look over my shoulder at him and say, “This is my house, boy, and my woman. I don’t come to yours and moan about you and Stace.”
Em tilts her head back, resting her chin on my chest. She looks up at me. “I think our time’s up anyway because Maestro needs the cottage for Blake, Jessie, and Robbie.”
“Is that right?” I look at Maestro, who nods.
“But only if Emily is okay with it. We can make do with the clubhouse and Cash and my house if we have to.”
“Don’t be silly,” Emily tells him. “Jessie will need the room once the baby comes.”
Maestro’s gaze softens as he looks at Emily. “Thank you, Ems, and if I’ve not made it clear before, welcome to the family.”
Emily’s cheeks flush a slight pink as she smiles up at Maestro. “Thank you. I’ve been made very welcome. This MC is very different from the last one I was in.”
“As long as you’re happy that’s all I care about; if the old man gives you a hard time, come see me.”
He grins when I punch his shoulder and growl, “Boy.”
He laughs out loud. I love my son. He’s changed in the last two years, but more so since Stacey had moved in and become his Old Lady. He’s much lighter and happier now, even with all the shit that has been circling the club.
“Pops, I’ll set up a party for this weekend. I’d stop being a pussy and speak to your Old Lady.” He smirks at me as he walks away.
“Little fucker,” I grumble, watching him disappear.
“What’s he talking about?”
Turning my attention back to Emily, I reply, “I asked him to get your cut ordered and organise a party to celebrate this weekend.”
