“I can’t believe this,” she whispers. “My best friend and my brother. I’m happy for you, but also, eww.” She makes a face that has me giggling despite my embarrassment.
“You’re crazy.” I grin.
“Ma’am,” a customer calls.
Stella reluctantly releases me. “We are SO talking about this later,” she mouths, pointing a finger at me as she backs away.
Oh boy.
I’m examining a flowy sundress when Foxy appears at my side holding up a dark red lace lingerie set. It’s sheer, strappy, and sinfully sexy.
“You need this,” she declares.
I feel my eyes widen. “I’ve never worn anything like that.”
Foxy gives me a look that speaks volumes. “Trust me,” she says, pressing the hanger into my hands. “He’ll lose his mind.”
The thought of Journey’s reaction makes my heart hammer against my ribs. I take the lingerie to the register, blushing furiously as Stella rings it up with a knowing smirk.
“Eww,” she gags as she hands me my bag.
I stick my tongue out at her.
“Whatever.” Laughing, she moves around the counter and I give her a quick hug before joining the other women outside.
“Let’s roll!” Tacoma barks as we pile back into the SUV.
“Cool your jets, honey.” Foxy rolls her eyes. “He’s so damn bossy.”
“They all are,” Frankie agrees.
“Yep.” Roxy nods.
I guess I should be glad it’s not just Journey. Must be a biker thing.
We’re about two miles from the compound when Noble’s eyes lock on something in the rearview mirror, and his easy demeanor evaporates. “Hold on,” he barks.
I twist in my seat to look out the back window. Two black Escalades are hauling ass as they approach.
“What the?—”
Noble floors it. The Tahoe surges forward, and I grab the door handle to steady myself. “Watch out!” Foxy and I shout in unison as we nearly clip Tacoma’s bike in front of us.
Journey, Bane, and Tacoma glance back, instantly alert to the danger. They swerve to the sides, giving Noble a clear path forward.
I’m thrown against Frankie as we take a curve too fast, my heart pounding in my throat. One Escalade pulls alongside us, so close I can see the blacked-out windows, and then it swerves toward us.
Noble yanks the wheel as City pulls out his gun.
Foxy is pressed flat against the seat, both arms wrapped protectively around her belly, her face pale but her jaw set. “I knew I should have brought my gun. This is what I get for listening to my ol’ man.”
Roxy grips the handle above the door with white knuckles. “He’s just trying to protect you, dear.”
My heart is in my throat. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only hold on as Noble tears down a dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust behind us.
“Hold on!” Noble shouts as the second Escalade clips our rear bumper.
I reach out and grab hold of Foxy’s hand.
