I look over at Killian, unable to stop myself. He’s still watching me and my breath locks. The pull I have to him is something I’ve never felt before. “He’s not at all what I expected.”
“These men rarely are. I hated Myles when I first met him. He was arrogant and annoying as hell but as I got to know him I realised he wasn’t at all like I thought. He was thoughtful, funny, caring and before I knew it, I’d fallen in love with him.”
She looks across the room then and smiles, a blush blooming on her cheeks. I follow her gaze to find Myles’ heated stare fixed on his girl.
Shelley slaps her hand on her thigh, stealing my attention. She leans forward, peering around Allie to look at me. “Okay, girl. Spill.”
“Spill what?”
“Don’t play dumb, babe, it doesn’t suit you,” Fi says with a smirk. “We want deets. Every juice delicious one of them.”
“What’s going on with you and Killian? Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked in,” Shelley points out.
I can always tell when he’s watching me because the hairs on my body stand on end, as if I can somehow sense when his eyes are on me. And those hairs haven’t settled since we arrived at the clubhouse and I have a feeling she might be right.
A little while later, the women have all dispersed, leaving me sat on the sofa on my own, but I don’t mind. I enjoy people watching.
Fi is now sitting on Mac’s lap across the room while he kisses her neck, making her giggle and squirm. Allie is enveloped in Myles’ arms as they band around her from behind, laughing as he whispers something into her ear. Shelley is playing pool with her brother, Alex while Cruiser watches her closely, his eyes rarely straying from her and I have to wonder if there’s something going on between them. Jade is in one of the bedrooms in the back having a lie down, exhausted from having to haul a tiny person around in her stomach.
Ray, the oldest member of the club is sitting beside his wife, Rita, the matriarch I’m certain all the men are secretly afraidof. Apparently, she’s not adverse to whipping their asses into shape on occasion. The boy, I’m assuming is Myles’ son, Kit based on the fact he looks like a mini version of his dad is playing darts with Drew. Jett is sat on a stool at the bar talking to the Allie’s mom and Beau, the other prospect for the club.
They’re one giant family.
It’s crazy to think just a few weeks ago these people were strangers to me. Men I hated based on beliefs belonging to my father. I never would’ve thought I’d be sitting here in a position where I called them friends.
“You good, butterfly?” Killian asks, dropping down onto the sofa next to me, his thick thigh brushing mine.
I smile. “I’m good. You?”
“I’m perfect. Still can’t get over you bitch slapping Collins. Would’ve paid good money to see that.”
I giggle. “It did feel pretty good.”
“Seems we’re rubbing off on you.”
“In more ways than one…” I mutter.
Killian’s about to respond when we’re interrupted when Myles addresses the room.
“Okay, everyone!” he calls, his voice filling the room.
The music volume is turned down and the chatter ceases.
“You all know how much this woman means to me and I feel like the luckiest bastard on the planet to be able to call her mine.” Myles turns to Allie, cupping her face in his hand. “You are all of my love. My entire life and I cannot wait to call you my wife. You’re my ride or die, pix.”
They kiss and the room erupts in wolf-whistles and claps.
Swoon.
I tear my eyes away, the flutter of butterflies in my belly atseeing them so in love stirring something inside me.
I want a love like that.
“Why d’you do it?” Killian asks, and I lift my eyes to his as he tips his head towards my wrists I’m rubbing absentmindedly with my thumb, the marks still visible and sore from where the handcuffs bit into my skin earlier.
“Jett and Cruiser were gonna be arrested for something they didn’t do s—”
“Why d’youreallydo it?”
