“Thank you,” I said with a tremendous amount of relief.
When we arrived at the clubhouse, Grant asked Layla to show us to his room while he parked the truck. I was glad he did, because I didn’t want to awkwardly stand in the common room waiting for him. I was still in that weird zone where I wasn’t uncomfortable around the club members, but I wasn’t comfortable enough to move around by myself. Plus, I wasn’t sure I remembered which door belonged to him.
“I hope you guys are hungry. Copper ordered a ton of pizza, which should be here any minute,” Layla said.
“I am,” Landon announced shamelessly.
“Come on out to the common room once you get settled and make yourselves comfortable wherever you can find a spot. We’re expecting a full house tonight,” she said.
“Thank you. We really appreciate you inviting us to spend the night,” I told her.
“I’m glad you could join us. And I’m sure Game is too,” she smiled and opened the door to his room. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Landon dropped into a chair and took in Grant’s room. “This is not what I was expecting.”
“I know, right? I thought the same thing,” I admitted.
He reached down beside the chair and felt around for a lever. “Is this a recliner? Oh, hell yes,” he said as his feet were lifted into the air. “This is where I’m sleeping tonight.”
Grant walked in while Landon was making his declaration and laughed. “That chair sleeps great. It might even be more comfortable than the bed.”
Landon smirked and pointed an accusatory finger at me. “It will be for me. She kicks.”
I gasped in mock indignation. “I do not.”
“The bruise you left on my thigh the last time I spent the night says otherwise.”
“Aren’t you hungry? We should feed you before you get hangry,” I said.
“The pizzas just arrived,” Grant announced, effectively ending our bickering.
“Say no more,” Landon said and made a beeline for the common room.
I didn’t know what it was, but something happened with Landon between leaving Grant’s room and eating dinner in the common room. He was quiet, and he was never quiet.
I waited until we finished eating and were back in Grant’s room before I asked Landon what was going on. I didn’t care if we were in the middle of a terrible storm, if one of the bikers made him uncomfortable, we were going home.
“Okay, so I told you about the guy I met recently. The one I’ve been on a few dates with?” Landon started.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “What about him?”
“B, you can’t say anything.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
Landon looked around like he was checking to make sure we were alone. “He’s here.”
“What?” I shouted and slapped my hand over my mouth. Then, I lowered my voice. “He’s a biker?”
“I think so,” Landon said. “He was wearing a leather vest. He wouldn’t be wearing one if he wasn’t a member, would he?”
“I don’t think so, but I don’t really know. Which one is he?”
Landon pulled out his phone and showed me a picture. “This is Lance.”
“That’s Spazz,” I told him. “And yes, he’s a patched member. I met him last weekend.”
Landon started to pace the room. “This isn’t good. I shouldn’t be here.”
