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Chapter Ten

Lucas

“Morning,” Chance mumbles as I sink into the chair next to him with a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. I nod in agreement as I bring the mug to my lips and take a deep breath. Quinn, Brooklyn, and I stayed out at Iris’s until almost midnight before I drove them back to their house and crashed at the clubhouse. Chance crosses his arms over his chest and sinks into his seat before letting his head fall back as his eyes close. He and Moose had an equally late night working a job and I’m surprised he’s even awake at this hour.

“Got plans today?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, just couldn’t sleep.”

Before I can ask him why, the sound of yelling echoes down to the bar from upstairs and we both glance toward the stairs.

“Alison!” Storm roars, his voice booming through the clubhouse and anyone who is still sleeping upstairs won’t be for long.

“Oh, hell,” I mutter. Ever since Alison found out she was pregnant, Storm doesn’t like to leave her alone so when we have work to do that goes into the night, he makes her sleep at the clubhouse, which means for the past few months, we’ve all had front row seats to their frequent fights. It would make all our lives so much easier if just one of them was a little less stubborn than the other but unfortunately, they are pretty evenly matched.

“Go fuck yourself, Logan,” Ali calls as she waddles down the stairs, her belly hindering her tantrum. Storm is right behind her, his brows drawn together as he glares daggers into her back.

“Don’t walk away from me, Kitten. This conversation isn’t over.”

Ali scoffs. “Yes, it is.”

“Fucking hormones,” Rooster, one of our new prospects, whispers under his breath from across the table and I glance at him with an incredulous look. If Alison heard his comment, she’d rip him a new one and that’s tame compared to what Storm would do to him. Dude does not play when it comes to his lady. I kick his chair under the table and he jerks up before turning to me with wide eyes.

“Get up, prospect.”

He stares at me for a second, like he might argue, before he scrambles up. As soon as his seat is free, Alison slips into it and I shake my head as he trudges over to one of the couches in the corner. Ali glares over her shoulder as Storm comes up behind her and crosses his arms.

“You wanna do this here then?”

She spins in her chair and crosses her arms over chest, matching him as she stares him down. “No. I’ve already told you my answer and that is the end of the discussion.”

“Like hell it is, woman.”

Ali arches a brow before turning to face me with a smile on her face. “Smith, you’re coming to the baby shower, right?”

“Uh,” I mutter, my gaze flicking to Storm as he continues looming over Ali’s shoulder. He nods and I turn back to her. “Sure. When is it?”

“The twenty-ninth.”

I nod and sip my coffee. What the hell do you even do at a baby shower? I bet Quinn would know…As soon as her face pops into my head, I’m fighting back a smile. I just saw her and Brooklyn last night but I already miss both of them. Maybe I should stop by her office later and take her to lunch…

“Holy shit,” Ali gasps, drawing my attention back to her. At some point, Storm picked her up and claimed her seat before positioning her in his lap but I couldn’t tell you when.

“What?”

A wide grin stretches across her face. “You met someone.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer and Chance laughs.

“The fuck you don’t. I’d know that dumbass look anywhere.”

“What’s her name?” Ali asks, ignoring Chance’s comment and I sigh as I glance across the table at her. She’s not going to let this go.

“Quinn.”

“And how did you meet her?” she asks, practically bouncing in Storm’s lap. He casts an annoyed glance in her direction as he places a steadying hand on her belly that she ignores.

“Uh…Watched a truck run a red light and slam into her car.”