“Laura is bringing them.”
Colt looked at his sister and sighed.
I didn’t like that sigh. “Who’s Laura?”
Joni glanced at Colt and raised her eyebrows. “You going to take this one?”
“Yeah,” I drawled in Colt’s direction. “You going to take this one?”
Colt glared at his sister who walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer and popped the top off. She took a sip and then said, “We’re waiting.”
Understanding registered and I threw a smile with just a little too much teeth at Colt. “Girlfriend?”
Joni snorted into her beer, but Colt’s glower only made her laugh harder. “Colt doesn’t have girlfriends.”
“Fuck buddy, then? You’re having your fuck buddy come over to clothe your new charity case?”
“She’s not my fuck buddy,” Colt barked. “She doesn’t belong to me.”
“Belong to you?” I repeated. “Joni, translate please.”
“Joni, wait on the porch for Laura,” Colt countered.
She didn’t push her brother, but instead took her beer and walked out of the room. I watched her leave, and when I was sure we were alone, I turned back to Colt who looked unperturbed by my outburst.
“Laura hangs around the club and fucks the bikers. Whoever she wants.”
“Well, thanks for not mincing words.” I frowned. “So she’s what…a Blue Angels groupie?”
“Basically.”
“But that’s so offensive.”
“To you maybe. She’s not forced into it. It’s a choice, until someone makes her an Old Lady.”
“And an Old Lady is what, exactly?”
“A biker’s woman. A wife or a steady girlfriend of a brother. They have the protection of the club, but it also means she’s off-limits to any other club member. And when there are parties with other clubs, Old Ladies arenotfair game.”
“So, Laura sleeps with whoever she wants in the club and none of you care?”
“Some care more than others,” he stated.
“Do you care?”
“Nah, doesn’t bother me.”
“Are you still sleeping with her?” I demanded.
Colt’s smile was slow but hot. “No.”
“Do you want to still be sleeping with her?”
“No.”
I hated the relief that blasted through me. I had no right to be jealous. Colt could sleep with whoever he wanted.
His eyes dipped and I knew he was staring at my mouth. Joni’s return interrupted our moment. A curvy brunette with wide, brown doe eyes followed her. The woman’s tank top and mini skirt showed a lot of skin and tattoos, but her smile was wide and friendly when she greeted me.