“Hey, Lily Burger,” Joni said, settling her hand over her belly. “Bring me one of whatever you get, okay?”
Lily nodded and dashed off in search of food and to give the message.
“Her legs are younger,” Joni said with a wry grin. “And my ankles are swollen.”
“I don’t miss that.” Darcy took a drink of her beer. “I earned my stripes.” She gestured to her flat stomach that didn’t even appear as though she’d had a baby.
The back door opened, and Slash stepped outside. He looked around and when he found me, he smiled.
He came over immediately and crouched next to my chair. “You thirsty?”
I shook my head.
“You good?”
I nodded.
He reached out to grip my thigh and gave it a squeeze before rising and going over to the bikers on the other side of the backyard.
“If you do get thirsty, there’s orange juice in the fridge,” Mia said. “Slash said you’ve been craving it.”
My cheeks heated as the Old Ladies looked at me.
“Sweet,” I said, my voice husky.
The baby against Mia’s chest was fully awake now and making it very clear she wanted to be fed and she would not be denied.
“Damn,” Mia said. “I hoped Scarlett would sleep until they got back, but no dice.” She handed her phone to Darcy. “Boxer’s going to text any minute.”
She stood up and went inside.
“You look overwhelmed,” Joni said to me. “And you haven’t even met the Blue Angels yet.”
“And here I thought I was hiding it so well. I’ve met a few of them,” I said. “Savage and Duke—from the night of the party. Crow and South Paw when they came to my bakery.”
“Ah, the young’uns.” Darcy grinned. “You haven’t met the men yet.”
I looked at the cluster of bikers who stood near the barbecue. What was it about men standing around a grill that was so damned sexy?
Slash caught my gaze.
Primal hunger flamed to life inside me.
“Okay, can you two stop doing that?” Darcy asked.
“Doing what?” I asked, tearing my gaze away from Slash to look at her.
She smirked. “Wishing you were anywhere but here so you can rip into each other.”
I sighed. “Is it that obvious?”
“Uh, yeah,” Joni said. “Thank God I’m already pregnant, because I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t, the look between you guys would’ve knocked me up.”
Two boys who were on the verge of becoming teenagers bounded over to the group of us, reminding me of human versions of Boxer and Linden’s yellow lab.
One of the boys had a soccer ball under his arm.
“Where’d Mom go?” the dark-haired boy asked.