Winter lifted her brows at him.“And how do you think that would have gone over?A stranger in another club’s cut, issuing orders to your prospects?”
“You’re right.”He turned to Billy but didn’t say anything as he jerked his head toward the stairs, telling the prospect without words to take care of the boxes.“Now, let’s go drop that off and find some grub.”
Chapter Fourteen
Bishop leaned backin his chair and watched as Winter finished devouring her burger.From the way she had stopped talking and devoted all her energy to eating once the food arrived, he determined she must have been hungrier than he’d thought.Or maybe she was a stress eater?He wasn’t sure but he liked that she wasn’t afraid to eat real food in front of him.While he hadn’t dated in longer than he cared to remember, that was part of what had made him decide he was through with that racket—women who hid so much of themselves that you had no clue who you were seeing, even months into the relationship.
It didn’t seem to matter if it was salads for dinner or ordering the most expensive items and picking at them.Acting how they thought he wanted them to behave, sweet to his face and venomous when he wasn’t looking, hitting on his brothers when he wasn’t in the room.
It had been the last one that made him swear off dating.If he wanted to fuck fender fluff, he could do that any time, and without the hassle of trying to keep someone else happy in a relationship.
But being with Winter didn’t feel like that.She didn’t put on a hard-ass façade, or maybe she did, but he hadn’t seen it crack yet.But that was part of it.It didn’t feel like a façade.It seemed like this was who she was.She’d been raised with an MC, so she wasn’t trying to be something she wasn’t and she knew enough about the men and the lifestyle to not need someone holding her hand all the time.He liked that.He liked that she wasn’t afraid of him, or at least if she was, she didn’t let it show.She didn’t seem to hesitate when she got in his face or told him what she thought.While that might irritate some of his brothers, he liked it.He loved that she knew him well enough, even after so short an acquaintance, that she didn’t hesitate to tell him what she thought.That was something half his brothers wouldn’t do.And yet it didn’t faze this girl.But she’d also been smart enough to know when she was in over her head and to ask for help.
He had already finished his burger and was absently munching on his fries while he watched her.
“What are you thinking about?”she asked between bites.
“Not much, why?”
“You look like you’re considering something serious.”
He lifted one shoulder and let it fall.
“I was thinking about you, actually.He leaned forward, resting his folded arms on the table in front of him.
“Oh?What about me?”
“Several things.”
She watched him, still eating.He was going to have to tell her something, but how would she react?Maybe he could ask about her instead, maybe distract her from the question.
“Why didn’t you hesitate to let us move you into the clubhouse?”
She stared at him a moment.
“Raven told me you were okay.I know what that means.”
