Voices.
Music.
Laughter.
My brows pull together.
“That’s a lot of noise for lunch.”
Ryan doesn’t answer.
Which means he’s definitely hiding something.
We round the corner into the main clubhouse room.
And I freeze.
The place is packed.
Tables pushed together and covered in food.
Not just a little food either.
Burgers stacked high.
Bowls of pasta.
Huge trays of sandwiches.
Fruit.
Salads.
Desserts.
More food than I’ve seen in one place in a long time.
And bikers.
So many bikers.
Men from the club.
Men from the sister chapters that were still visiting from the party last week.
Every single one of them looks up when I step into the room.
For a second it’s completely silent.
Then someone whistles.
“Well look who finally decided not to die.”
The room explodes into laughter.
I blink slowly.
“What…”
