“Red roses?”
“No. He sent a gorgeous assortment of sunflowers, copper daisies, carnations, and some others I don’t know the names of. Simply beautiful. I’ve never been so shocked and happy at the same time.”
“I have to admit I’d never have guessed a guy like him would even think to send flowers. Wow. He really likes you or really wants to screw you.”
“I think it’s both, and I feel the same way.”
“Is there a card?”
“Yes.” Mia grinned again as she reread it.
“What does it say?” Ronica asked.
“Hey, babe … then his name.”
“What the hell? That doesn’t say anything.”
Mia pressed the card against her chest. “You’re wrong—it sayseverything.”
“Did you call and thank him yet?”
“I was just getting ready to when you phoned.”
“When are you going to see him again? Didn’t you tell me you don’t know when he’ll be back in town?”
“Yeah. I’m not sure when he’s coming back here. I didn’t tell you this, but he’s a Night Rebel.”
Ronica laughed. “He’s a rebel all right. He swaggers, has a cocky demeanor, and has a bunch of tattoos on his arms. I don’t think anyone would think he’s a conformist, but then you aren’t either. That’s why I told you he’d be perfect for you.”
“No, I don’t mean that. He’s a biker in an outlaw motorcycle club—the Night Rebels.”
“I’m not surprised he’s a biker. I bet he has a big Harley to go along with other things that are big on him.” Ronica chuckled.
For a second, Mia pictured Army hovering over her with his big dick pushing in and out of her; she shook her head to scatter the image. “Is your mind one track? And he does have a Harley.” Mia sniggered.
“I knew it. I bet it’ll be exciting to ride on the back of that thing holding onto him. It sounds like something out of a movie. I must admit, bad boys are so fucking sexy.”
“I’ve been on bikes a lot of times. My brother Vic has had Harleys since he was sixteen. Hang on a sec … I’m going to get a Coke.” Mia went into the kitchen and grabbed a can from the six-pack on the granite counter. She’d never told any of her friends that Vic was in an outlaw club, but she needed Ronica’s advice on what to do about the situation with Army. She sank back down on the couch. “I’m back.”
“So your brother likes motorcycles.”
She took a large gulp then suppressed a burp. “He’s in an outlaw club too. He’s the president.”
“Really? That’s a small world. Do you think Army and Vic know each other?”
Her insides tightened. “I’m positive they do, but not in a good way. Their clubs are rivals. My brother would kill me if he knew I even talked to him.”
“Are you serious? That’s dumb.”
“It is to us but not to these guys. I’m not sure what to do here.”
“Are you involved with your brother’s club?”
“Not at all. He started it with Noe when they were around twenty years old, so he’s been in it for eleven years now. He’s the president. I only know that his club hates the Night Rebels and a few other MCs because he’s ranted about them for a lot of those years. A couple of years ago, the Night Rebels destroyed their clubhouse, and Vic was beyond livid. Normally, he wouldn’t tell me something like that, but he was so enraged, he couldn’t help venting to me when I called him to ask about one of my brothers.”
“This is like a TV show. It’s like that one that was popular on TV a while back. I can’t remember the name. Damn … I never thought this stuff happened anymore.” Ronica’s voice had a thread of incredulity running through it.
“It does. I think it’s ridiculous, and I’m not involved in any of it. I don’t really speak to my brother all that often, and I haven’t seen him for a couple of years now.”