“In my Fiat Panda?” Rubi’s glower deepened. “Benched, remember?”
“You and me both. At least your arms work so you can help me with the red carpet.”
Meaning, gathering the troops in the yard to welcome the good chaplain. The entire membership might not’ve been on my side, but a brother bringing his battle wounds home was a big fucking deal.
I went outside, expecting Saint to already be on his bike.
He wasn’t, and as the gates opened to let Nash, Decoy, and a formation of brothers leave, I saw why: a lone figure on a matte black Ninja waited for them.Alexei. “I thought he rode a fucking Yamaha?” I spoke to myself, but Saint appeared at my side as the words left my mouth, Ivy clinging to his back, and he shrugged.
“Maybe he’s like the rest of us and has a ride for every mood.”
My mind dropped to the gutter.
Saint smirked and moved on.
Shaking my head, I trudged back upstairs and opened the door to the room where Embry usually slept.
Orla was already there, putting clean sheets on the bed and stocking the mini fridge with water and sports drinks. “Is he here already?”
“Not yet. Nash just took a crew out to meet them.”
She nodded.
I cocked a brow. “You didn’t know that already?”
“Are you implying something that’ll make me want to punch you in the face?”
“You tell me.”
“Don’t be a bitch, Cam.”
I grinned. Ribbing Orla was too much fun.
She finished the bed and came to stand in front of me, scrutinising me the way every fucker with the brass balls seemed to be doing at the moment. “Are you taking the painkillers Alexei gave you?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Cos I ain’t got time to be in a narcotics coma and ibuprofen works just fine.”
“You look like shit.”
“You look gorgeous, sis.”
Orla narrowed her dark gaze. “Fuck off.”
“Suit yourself.” I turned to leave, but she caught my good arm.
“Wait.”
I waited. With my firecracker sister, I always did.
“Aren’t you going to say anything about the bike Nash gave me?”
“Like what?”
“Like, how I shouldn’t be riding it because I have a vagina? Or that Dad would be turning in his grave? Or how I’d be better off spreading my legs for—”