I smile at him before turning back to everyone.
“What did you really say?” Gears asks.
“I said.” I take a deep breath in.
I look around the room, and everyone is looking at me with hopeful expressions.
“I said yes,” I cheerfully say.
Everyone in the room shouts and rushes toward us. I cling to Bear, not wanting to get trampled by all of these people.
“Welcome to the club! Not that you weren’t already part of it, but welcome! We are so happy that you are Bear’s Old Lady,” Ink says.
I laugh and give Ink a hug. After I let go, Gears steps forward.
“Welcome to the family. I am so happy you said yes to being Bear’s old lady,” Gears says, bringing me into a hug.
Gears moves to put his arm around my shoulders. We turn to the group of bikers in front of us.
“Let’s celebrate!” he yells.
I watch as everyone cheers and goes over to the backyard. Bear walks past us and gives me a smile.
“Have you told him yet?” Gears asks me.
I look up at Gears and shake my head. Slowly, we walk toward the backyard.
“I haven’t yet. I was going to tell him today, but didn’t want to rain on theI’m his old ladyparade,” I reply.
“It wouldn’t rain on his parade. He will be so ecstatic to know!” Gears says.
“I may tell him later tonight.”
We walk outside where people are in circles, talking to each other. I look over to my right and find Bear, Butch, and a couple of guys grilling meat.
“You will do great, and he’s going to be so proud and happy,” Gears says.
“I hope so,” I reply.
Bear looks over and sees me. He gives me a big smile and motions for me to come over.
“I’ll see you around,” I say
“See you.” Gears gives me a final squeeze before walking off.
On my way to Bear, several people stop and congratulate me. I stand next to Bear, and he puts his arm around me.
“What are you hungry for? We have hot dogs, ribs, hamburgers, and steak,” Bear asks.
I take a deep breath in, smelling everything. I can’t place what something in there smells like. My mouth starts to water.
“What is that amazing smell?” I ask.
“That would be the steak. It has my special marinade on it. Would you like some?” Butch asks.
I nod vigorously. My stomach growls as I think about eating it, and Bear and Butch laugh.
Butch cuts me a piece.
