“We were thinking,” Raquel started.
“Since we’re going to be here a while,” Wyatt continued.
“Jesus, just spit it out,” Violet breathed out.
“We’d like you to teach a yoga class a few times a week since we can’t get to the gym for a while,” Raquel said.
I shrugged. “I can do that. But no bitching.” I focused my edict to Violet.
“What?” She raised her hands. “I don’t bitch.”
“Bitch, you totally bitch,” Raquel countered, grabbinga mug out of the cabinet.
I grinned. “They just finished the deck off the third-floor meeting room. We could do it out there in the morning, or at sunset, depending on everyone’s schedule. You know me, I’m flexible.”
“Can we start tonight?” Wyatt asked. “The men are here for the moment, so the kids are covered.”
“Sure,” I said. “After dinner?”
Wyatt clapped with a grin. “Perfect.”
With a plan in place, we made breakfast, then went about our day.
* * *
Wrath
I hadn’t seen Sierra for close to an hour and she wasn’t responding to texts, so I made my way up to my room to see if she was hiding. I knocked on our connecting doors, but no answer. The door was unlocked, so I walked inside and called her name. Still no answer.
I heard several voices coming from the meeting room upstairs, so I headed that way and stalled. “What the fuck is goin’ on?”
“Shhh,” Healy warned. “They’ll hear ya.”
“Who’ll hear me?” I walked toward the sliding glass doors and hissed out a series of curses.
The Primal Housewives were spread out on the deck, bending, and stretching in positions that could be deemed obscene in some circles, not realizing they were giving a few of the recruits and old-timers a show.
The sliding glass doors were tinted so that youcould see out, but not see in. It was a way to keep the room cool when the hot Colorado sun hit the glass, but also kept any unwanted ‘eyes’ that might be spying on the club, by drone or other airborne cameras, out.
“Fuck off!” I bellowed. “All y’all. Out! Now!”
“What is going on?” Sierra asked as she pushed open one of the sliders.
“You got an audience, Moonbeam,” I said.
“Stop!” she ordered before the perverts could escape.
I’d never seen a group of bikers halt faster.
Sierra linked her fingers in front of her and smiled. “Since y’all seem so fascinated by yoga, y’all are going to join my class.”
“No, that’s cool, Sierra,” Healy said. “We just came up here to—”
“To perv,” I said.
“What?” she said in mock shock. “Our men would never perv on the old ladies of their esteemed brethren, honey.Wouldthey?” she challenged.
My brothers muttered out their agreements with her statements as they rocked back and forth uncomfortably, still looking for a way out.