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“I’ll go downstairs and grab it,” I said. “That way there’s no chance of you seeing Zip.”

Joni looked relieved. “Thank you.”

I left her room and took the stairs quickly, worried that I’d run into Zip and have to lie to his face again. But my feelings were all for naught. The only Blue Angel in the clubhouse was Gray, and he was sitting on a couch with Darcy nestled in his arms. Rachel and Allison were standing in the kitchen, drinking out of red solo cups.

“Where is everyone?” I asked.

Darcy looked over her shoulder at me. “You didn’t hear the bikes peel out of here?”

I shook my head.

“They left,” Darcy said. “Cheese, Gray, and two prospects stayed back to stand guard. The kids are watching a movie in the theater room in the basement.”

They left? And Colt hadn’t even had the courtesy to say goodbye?

Fuck. That.

He didn’t get to shut down on me and then leave without saying a word. Not after what I’d been through.

“Where’s Joni?” Gray asked. “She feeling okay? She hasn’t come out of her room all afternoon.”

“She’s fine. I actually came down to get a bottle of liquor. We’re having a girls’ pow-wow in her room.”

“Great!” Rachel said. “Now you can teach us how to play poker.” She opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a deck of cards.

Darcy kissed Gray’s cheek and whispered something to him. He nodded and patted her leg. She hopped up and said, “What are we drinking?”

“Tequila,” Rachel and I said at the same time.

“I need a lemonade refill,” Allison said, lifting her cup.

“I’ll cut the limes,” Darcy stated. “Rach, grab the salt.”

“On it.”

Five minutes later, we were ready to head upstairs when Cheese came inside. “Mia,” he said, “a woman is here for you. Says she was invited to the party.”

“Crap. Blonde? Tall? Won’t take no for an answer?”

He nodded, a slight smile on his face.

“That’s Shelly. I forgot to tell her the party was canceled.” I looked at the three women who were waiting by the stairs to get our girls’ night started.

“Do you guys mind one more?” I asked.

“No, bring her!” Rachel said. “We’ll meet you up there.”

“Sounds good.” The three of them disappeared and I turned back to Cheese. “Is it okay to let her in?”

“Sure thing. I’m gonna call Prez and give him the heads up about the situation.”

“You do that,” I murmured to his retreating back.

“How are you doing?” Gray asked, startling me. He was so quiet I’d forgotten he was even there.

“Okay. I guess.” I sighed. “How did you get roped in to staying back with all the women and children?”

He looked at me. “Why? You think I can’t handle shit?”


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