“Then what the hell are these?” Teagan demanded, pointing to a vase filled with flowers.
“Who are they for?” I asked stupidly, and Teagan rolled her eyes. She whipped the accompanying card out. “‘April, missing you. Things aren’t the same, but I’ll see you soon.’ Something you’re not telling me, honey? I thought we were friends.”
“Teagan, we are, but I’m not dating anybody,” I muttered, taking the card and checking it over.
“Then who’s that from?”
“I’ve honestly no clue. There’s no name? Not another card?”
“Wow, you’ve got a secret admirer!” Teagan exclaimed, and I shook my head.
“God knows who, because I’ve not encouraged anyone. Dating is something I’m not interested in,” I drawled, staring at the flowers.
“How pretty! Did you send them to yourself?” Mahoney gasped as she approached. She saw the card in my hand, and her eyes narrowed.
“Is everything that comes from your lips gossip, a lie, or stupid comments?” I snapped.
Mahoney flinched. “April, you’re creating a hostile work environment.”
“Mahoney, go and do one,” Teagan hissed.
“Do one what?” Mahoney asked, and I laughed.
“Jesus, in other words, Mahoney, fuck off,” I explained, and she scowled.
“I don’t like either of you!” she complained.
“That’s fine. We don’t like you. Get lost and take your stupid comments with you!” Teagan ordered.
Mahoney sent us an injured-looking glance before stomping off. She headed towards Reines, and I rolled my eyes. “Desperation is on the loose. What’s the betting Mahoney’s quizzing Reines to ask if he sent them?”
“Reines would never send flowers. Asshole doesn’t think he needs that type of courtship. Apparently, good looks and charm are enough to offer a woman,” Teagan replied, and we both laughed.
“Urgh. That’s sleazy.”
“Ain’t it just. Hey, there goes Chance Michaelson and his baby girl.” I turned to where Teagan was staring.
Chance was walking out with a beautiful woman at his side and Isla in his arms. She was holding a pink teddy and several other items. A smile crossed my lips as they entered the waiting room and were surrounded by burly bikers who fussed over the little girl.
“That’s sweet.” Teagan sighed.
“You know Chance Michaelson?” I asked.
“The whole of South Dakota does, babe,” Teagan replied. “Hellfire MC was one of the defenders of the Rapid City War. They’re pretty famous around here, celebrities if you wish to call them that. The club is respected and liked.”
“Unusual. Most MCs are feared.”
“Yeah, there’s still the stigma from the seventies and eighties. Hellfire did go bad, but got clean and desperately held on, living well,” Teagan continued.
The woman with Chance spun around, and I saw it was Clio, his old lady. She caught my gaze, hurried over, and spoke to the receptionist.
“Hi,” I said, approaching.
“Hello! I never got a chance to thank you for Olivia, and now Isla. You’re becoming Hellfire’s personal nurse. Of course, one ofthe Holy Terrors is in here at least once a week, so we’ll become a familiar sight,” Clio gushed.
“Holy Terrors?” I focused on that.
“What we call the kids of the club. Naturally, we love them, but they’re in a class of their own,” Clio explained.
