“Games?”Tyson scoffed.“He’s a biker.He probably has ten girls all over town.”
Swift chuckled.“You and those stereotypes,” he said.“You might want to get those out of your head.”
Tyson crossed his arms.“Oh yeah?”
Swift took a sip of his coffee, then looked straight at him.“The only game I plan on playing is making sure Britta stays mine.”
The room went still.
Whoa.That was a declaration I was not at all prepared for.
My mom clapped her hands once.“Well, that’s all I need to hear.Now, who’s making breakfast?I make a mean omelet.”
Swift pushed off the counter.“I’ll get the eggs out for you.”
She beamed and walked right into the kitchen with him like they’d been doing this for years.
Tyson just stood there, still processing, irritated, and still my brother.
I looked at him.“You staying for breakfast?”
He grunted, then walked over and dropped onto the couch.
Well, that was progress.
I exhaled slowly, glancing toward the kitchen where Swift was already moving around like he belonged there.
And somehow?It didn’t feel weird.Not even a little.It felt…right.
And that?That might have been the craziest part of all.
Chapter Eighteen
Swift
Walking into the clubhouse with Britta’s hand in mine felt… different.
Not bad.Not even new, really.
Just… right.
Like something had clicked into place that had been off since the second we rolled into Madison.
She squeezed my hand as we stepped inside, her eyes taking everything in.The long bar.The beat-up couches.The guys sprawled out like they owned the place, because they did.The smell of leather, beer, and whatever the hell Podge had burned in the kitchen earlier filled the air.
“This is it?”she asked quietly, leaning a little closer to me.
I smirked.“Welcome to the chaos, sugar.”
Before she could say anything else, Tempi spotted us.“Britta!”she squealed, practically launching herself off the couch.
Tempi’s eyes dropped right to where our fingers were linked.She froze, and then her eyes snapped back up.Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.“Oh my God… Did you… Are you—” she sputtered, pointing between us like she’d just uncovered the biggest secret in the world.
I wasn’t about to stand there and do the whole awkward announcement thing.Not my style.
There was only one way to handle it.
I reached for Britta, turning her toward me before she could even react.My hands came up, cupping her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks.
