Oliver watched him go.“That kid belong to anyone?”
Kingston shrugged.“At this point?Club property.”
I laughed and lifted my beer again.
Then I heard the motorcycle.
Not unusual.
Half the people here had shown up on bikes, but something about this one caught my attention before it even pulled into view.
I turned toward the lot.
The bike came in slow, rolling past a line of trucks and Harleys before parking near the edge.
Jesse.
Ever was on the back.
My hand tightened around the beer bottle.
She climbed off carefully, one hand brushing over her hair and the other steadying herself against the seat for a second before she stepped away.Jesse got off after her, said something to make her look at him, and then reached for her hand.
She let him take it.
That pissed me off more than it should have.
I forced my jaw loose, but not fast enough.
Oliver followed my line of sight, then looked back at me and took a drink.“Something tells me things are about to get interesting.”
Kingston looked toward the driveway.“Devil’s Knights here?”
Oliver didn’t answer him, just looked at me.The urge to tell him he was full of shit was right there, but I didn’t.Not anymore.
Oliver tipped his head slightly.“You’re not going to deny it?”
I shook my head and finished my beer.“Ask me at the end of the night.”
His mouth twitched.
My eyes went right back to Ever.
She looked good.Too good.
Jeans.A fitted top.Hair down around her shoulders.Not dressed up like she was trying too hard, but enough to make me notice every inch of her.Hell.She just had to breathe and I would be on my knees in front of her.
And Jesse was still holding her hand.
“Either of you want to clue me in on why Jude looks like he’s about to shit his pants?”Kingston asked.
Oliver choked on his beer.
I unclenched my jaw and shot Kingston a look.“Do I look like I’m about to shit my pants?”
“Yes,” Kingston said without hesitation.
Oliver coughed once more, then clapped Kingston on the shoulder.“You and Jude must be alike because he didn’t see it until recently either.”
