That awkward moment’s shattered by Karina rushing up to hug me. I can’t believe my little innocent-looking sister moves so easily through this horny crowd as if she doesn’t notice all the indecency.
“You’re here!” She throws her arms around me. “Dante said you were coming. I’m so happy! Athena’s driving back from LA. She’ll be here later, too.” She bounces up and down, which gets the attention of every guy in a ten foot radius. “Everyone under one roof. I love it.” She turns. “You have to be Blaise.”
“You must be Karina.” He swivels his head back and forth taking both of us in. “No doubt you two are sisters.”
Karina beams at him. “I know, right?”
I introduce her to Bolt and Thorn, who takes an unhealthy interest in her. Dante cuts that off quick, by moving in behind my sister and wrapping a meaty arm around her waist.
“Welcome.” His grave tone doesn’t sound all that welcoming.
Bolt takes over making the introductions, and Thorn doesn’t risk another glance at my sister.
Once the Savage Dragons have been officially welcomed into the den of the Iron Bulls, Karina takes my hand and pulls me away from the guys. “They’ll be yapping about club business in no time.”
She runs her gaze over my sensible-for-riding-on-the-back-of-Blaise’s-bike outfit. “Do you want to change? You can borrow anything you want from me.”
Tapping the small backpack-style purse on my shoulder, I answer, “I brought another outfit, but I forgot shoes.”
“Come on, I keep a ton of stuff in our room upstairs.”
The noise lessens once we enter the long hallway off of the main room. “So you and Blaise are back together?” she asks.
I follow my sister up the stairs and consider how to answer the question. I never told her the details of why we broke up. Or rather, why I split. And I’m not sure I feel like talking about it now.
I almost say, “I think so,” except, that’s a lie. Blaise made it clear we’re back together. That he’s forgiven me.
For a second, I’m too choked up to say anything at all.
“We’ve worked things out,” I answer quietly.
We reach the second floor, and she leads me to their room. It’s nicer than I expected for a biker clubhouse bedroom. Almost…charming. I doubt Dante cared what kind of furniture he had in here. Obviously, he either decorated the place with my sister in mind or let her decorate it the way she wanted. Both scenarios make me think of her scary biker boyfriend a little differently.
And just as I have that thought, my gaze lands on a small, black leather paddle on the nightstand.
“Do I even want to know?” I ask, gesturing at the nightstand.
Even though she flashes a mischievous grin at me, pink spreads over her cheeks. Snatching it off the nightstand, she shoves it into a drawer and faces me with a look that says “let’s pretend that never happened.”
I’m not ready to let it go just yet. “Wow. Do you use that on him, or does he use it on you? Never mind. I’m going to have nightmares either way.”
Shaking with laughter, she shoves me down on the bed. “Shut up. It’s not…we don’t…someone gave it to him.”
“Sure. Sure.”
She tosses her hair back and runs her hands down her sides. “Trust me. Dante’s much morehands on.” The words come out pretty fierce, but then she collapses next to me in a fit of giggles.
After a few seconds, she pins me with a more serious look. “Does Blaise need help in that department? I’m sure Dante can give him some pointers,” she says with a straight face.
The idea forces more laughter out of me. “No. We’re good.”
She sits up and taps my leg. “Come on, the guys will wonder what happened to us. What kind of shoes did you want? Hooker heels or flats?”
“Are those my only options?”
I get an eye roll before she launches herself off the bed and toward her closet. After taking a peek inside, I decide my sister needs more razzing. “Jesus, how many tiny plaid skirts does a girl need?”
“What?” She glances up. “God, you’re a nosy bitch.”
