CHAPTER FOUR
Devlin parked Callie,his Fat Boy, in the attached garage to his two-story home just a ten-minute ride away from the clubhouse. He felt his gun in his ankle holster as he stepped off his bike. It reminded him of Teagan jumping his back weeks ago, to stop him from shooting that ugly ass hog, sizing him up, ready to put his tusks to work.
He brought a hand through his windblown hair, urging himself to stop thinking yet again about the gorgeous blonde with the angelic face. He passed the storage racks filled with motorcycle parts and boxes brimming with junk from his siblings, Kieran and Catriona, who he shared the house with.
He entered the side entry into the dining room where Kieran’s rumbling laugh filtered inside from the open patio door. Catriona stopped laughing the moment she noticed him watching them horse around. “Dev! You’ve got to hear this,” she said.
He grabbed three beers from the refrigerator and joined his siblings in the lazy afternoon sun on the patio.
“Thanks,” Kieran said, accepting the cold brew while flipping a steak on the grill. Devlin was glad to have a rare night off at the Pink Flower. He sat down on one of the three loungers and unscrewed the cap from his bottle.
“What did I miss?”
Kieran smiled while shaking his head. “I’m stayin’ out of this.”
“Pfff. It’s nothing, Dev. I just ran into Dad when I drove Nora home,” Catriona said with a shrug, but the twinkle in her eye told him she’d been up to something.
Devlin took a swig from his beer. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Whatever makes you think I want to hear anything about that asshole?”
Catriona sighed. “It was just funny. Never mind.”
“Rob Walker and funny doesn’t mix, Cat,” Devlin said, laying back on the lounger and crossing his ankles.
“What’s up with you?” Kieran said while handing over a stacked plate with a medium grilled steak and freshly grilled corn on the cob.
“Smells good, bro.”
Kieran hummed. “Dig in. Something tells me you need it.”
As expected, Kieran wouldn’t let go of his gut feeling that something bothered Devlin. Kieran exchanged a look with Catriona. Great. By the look of things, he wouldn’t get out from a third degree tonight. Catriona put down her fork. “My guess is that he’s still thinking about Teagan,” she said, watching his reaction like a hawk.
Devlin swore they could hear his groan down at the clubhouse, five miles away.
“Ah, you saw that too, did you?” Kieran laughed.
“Who would have thought that out of every one, that sweet farm girl would rattle our big brother,” Catriona said, watching closely for his reaction.
Devlin swallowed his food, finding it harder to do so with the sudden lump in his throat. His sister had him pegged, surprising the fuck out of him. He thought he hid his attraction well enough when he’d seen the girl with the bouncy blonde curls and the dark brown eyes. It had been four weeks since he’d seen her that one time.
“Those Moore girls are something else…” Kieran said with a hint of regret in his voice.
“That reminds me. You’re next on my list, Kieran,” Catriona said as she scooted closer to the edge of her seat.
“No thanks,” Kieran said as he turned around to scrape leftover grease from the grill with his utensil.
“My nose tells me there’s a story there.” Catriona said, tapping the side of her pert nose while nudging her head towards Kieran’s back.
“Leave the man,” Devlin said before he took another pull of his beer.
“Nuh-uh. That sister with the bangs… what’s her name? Emily—”
Kieran corrected her and said, “Emmy.”
Devlin laughed with his hand on his full stomach. “Damn. You walked right into that one, bro.”
Catriona’s proud grin made Devlin laugh even harder.
“So, how do you know her?” she asked Kieran.