“He thought I came with them,” I told them as I nodded toward the table of girls. “What’s a sweet butt? Donnie called me that last time I was here.”
Wyatt glanced at Roe.
“Uh,” Roe said. “It’s like a groupie that hangs around the club.”
“They kind of have sex with any members who are interested. They get passed around a lot,” Wyatt said.
I looked from one to the other. “Have you?—?”
“No!” they said loudly, making sure I clearly heard them over the music.
I needed a drink. “I’m very happy you don’t want to join the club.”
They smiled at that and we walked back to our table.
The two girls were still there talking to Bash and Theo. Well, Bash mostly. Theo was silently staring at the dance floor.
As we sat, Roe pulled me into his lap. The girls eyed me and Roe. Both were blondes. One was more strawberry blonde while the other was more of a platinum.
“I thought you two were in a relationship?” Strawberry said to Roe and Wyatt.
“We are,” Wyatt said.
“We thought you meant you two were together,” Platinum said.
Bash snorted.
I scooped up my drink to hide my smile. It was almost empty.
“It looks like just he’s in a relationship,” Strawberry said to Wyatt while tilting her head at Roe.
Wyatt took my empty glass from my hand and kissed me on the lips. “I’ll get you another.” He leaned close to Roe. “You want another beer? I’m switching to water so I can drive.”
Roe nodded.
Platinum smiled at me. “Good for you, girl!” She leaned close to Strawberry and said something I couldn’t hear over the music before getting up and leaving.
Strawberry remained and continued to shoot her shot with Bash. “So is your dad a Haven’s Rebel, too?” she asked Bash.
I nearly laughed at her asking the daddy question that Mac had just told us about earlier. But as the laugh started to come out, I remembered who Bash and Theo’s dad had been and what had happened to him. To stop myself, I ended up making achoking noise and I tried to cover it up with coughing, which in turn made me wince and grab at my side.
“Are you all right?” Roe asked.
I cleared my throat and nodded.
Bash was giving me a look like he knew what I’d been trying to cover up, but didn’t look mad. “No,” he answered her simply.
“Oh.” For a moment, Strawberry appeared unsure how to proceed. “What made you want to become a Rebel?”
Bash stared down at his beer bottle as he picked at the label. He didn’t look like he wanted to answer that. “Because I love motorcycles.” His words felt like a lie.
He didn’t seem interested in Strawberry, but he clearly didn’t want to hurt her feelings, either.
“Theo, will you go keep an eye on Lemon? I’m worried she’ll get separated from Mac,” I said, butting into something I knew I shouldn’t.
Theo didn’t respond. He just got up and headed toward Mac and Lemon, almost as if he had been waiting for an excuse to go.
Brows raised, Bash watched him leave before he also stood. “Nice talking to you,” he said to Strawberry without sparing her another glance.
