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“What have you told her?” he accuses, leveling a mock glare at Tate and she takes a step back.

“Don’t look at me. I would never speak ill of my favorite member of this club.”

“What was that?” Lincoln growls, sneaking up behind Tate and scooping her up in his arms as she squeals. Blaze chuckles, watching them, before turning to me.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to all of this soon enough.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “If you say so.”

“The truth is, Rowan, this club and everyone in this room is family and there isn’t a single person here who wouldn’t drop everything to be there for you at a moment’s notice. And, yeah, we can be overwhelming at first but we really do mean well.”

“I believe that,” I tell him with a nod. “Besides, there is no way in hell my brother would have ever brought me here if he didn’t trust you all whole heartedly.”

Lincoln nods as he sets Tate back on her feet and pulls her into his body, wrapping his arms around her. “You’re damn right I wouldn’t.”

“Come on. Let me introduce you to everyone else,” he says, motioning for me to follow him. He leads me to a group of men before introducing me to each of them before turning to a man who flashes him a scowl as he introduces him as his son, Nix, before pointing to the woman at his side. “And this is my daughter-in-law, Emma.

I nod to them and paste what I hope is a friendly smile on my face. “It’s nice to meet you guys.”

“You too, sweetie,” Emma says, her smile way more sincere than mine feels. Blaze and Nix hold each other’s gazes for a moment before Blaze sighs and turns back to me, pointing toward the bar.

“And that’s Streak. He’s also good people but he’s in a shitty mood tonight so maybe just wait until tomorrow to say hi.”

My gaze meets Streak’s across the room and I nod as a wave of warmth washes through me. It feels like his green eyes can see right through all my defenses. After all of the shit I’ve been through lately, I shouldn’t be thinking about what it would feel like to kiss him but I am. In fact, when I’m not staring at his intense eyes, I’m looking at his full lips and wondering how they would feel against mine. There is a strange fluttering feeling in my chest and my cheeks heat as I meet his eyes again and the hint of a smile shines back at me.

God, can he tell what I’m thinking?

Can he see that every time he looks at me, all I can think about is getting closer to him?

Blowing out a breath, I force myself to look away from him and turn back to the group.

“Man, I’m just saying,” Chance says, a mischievous smirk on his face as Lincoln glares at him. “Imagine if both those babies are girls. Not only are you going to have to deal with twice the amount of boys trying to get at your daughters but I have a sneaking suspicion that they’ll both be just like their mama.”

Blaze rolls his eyes. “Lord help us all.”

I join in their laughter as I look over at my brother and his wife. When he called me a couple of months ago to tell me the news that Tate was pregnant with twins, I was so excited for them but I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I couldn’t see Lincoln as a dad until I realized that he’s been a dad for most of his life, ever since ours died and he stepped up to do whatever it took to take care of Nora, Mom, and me. If anyone deserves the happiness he’s found now, it’s my brother.

“What about you, Rowan?”

I blink and glance over at Smith, who is looking at me expectantly. “Huh?”

“You got any plans now that you’re here?”

“Hell no,” I answer with a laugh as I shake my head. “I’m just happy to be out of my damn car.”

Moose nods, taking a sip of his beer. “See? This is why I love to ride.”

They all start talking about their bikes and how much they love the feeling of being on the open road when Tate nudges me and motions for me to follow her. We slip away from the boys and she leads me across the room to a large metal door before pushing it open. A professional grade kitchen comes into view and I let out a low whistle.

“Fancy.”

She scoffs as she pulls open a refrigerator. “It’s necessary since we usually have a lot of people to feed. Now, what sounds good?”

“What do you have?”

“There is leftover spaghetti from lunch,” she suggests and I nod. I heat up the pasta and sit down at the island in the middle of the room before digging in and she plops down next to me with a sigh.

“So, this boyfriend…” she prompts and I look up from my plate, arching a brow. “I want to hear the whole story.”