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I head down the hallway and pull on jeans, a T-shirt, and my boots. By the time I come back with my cut, Kierra's still standing in the kitchen.

"Should I get dressed?"

"You're staying here."

Her eyebrows shoot up.

"Am I?"

"Cabin's secure. Nobody knows you're here except the club."

"Vex."

"Not taking chances with you, darlin'."

She studies me for a second.

"Fine."

That was too easy.

"Fine?"

"Yes. Fine. I'll stay here while you go do your big, important biker things."

I narrow my eyes.

She's smiling.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing. I just enjoy watching you prepare for an argument I've already decided not to have."

Christ.

I step closer, catching her chin between my fingers.

"Lock the door behind me. Don't open it for anybody. I'll call if plans change."

"Yes, sir."

There's enough sass in those two words to make me want to take her on the table again.

Instead, I kiss her.

Bad fucking idea.

Her hand slides around my neck, and suddenly the clubhouse seems a hell of a lot less important.

I pull back before I forget why I'm supposed to be leaving.

"Keep that up, chaos, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

I groan.

She laughs and slips away toward the guest room.