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He guffaws. “What the fuck? When did this happen?”

I shrug as we walk past the kitchen and I help myself to the fridge. Bronco always has good snacks. “Few weeks ago. Love at first sight.”

He snickers. “Does she know?”

I glance at him at the same time I reach for the chocolate milk. “She…” How do I make this not sound creepy? “She doesn't know yet, and I’m gonna keep it that way for a little longer.”

He makes baby sounds with his bottom lip and his finger. “Poor little Nevada grew up and just like Peter Pan, he can’t find anywhere to land.”

“Fuck off.” I take a swig of the chocolate milk from the carton and then pull out a tub of some unappetizing looking gunge. “What’s this?” I open the lid and sniff it. It smells weird.

“Hummus. Smashed chickpeas. It’s good for you.”

I shove the lid back on and slide it back on the shelf. “Where’s all the good snacks you usually have in here?”

“I’m on a health kick.”

I frown. “Since when?”

Bronco’s fit, like a lot of the guys in the MC. We take training and working out seriously. Bronco can eat like nobody I’ve ever seen, and he’s lean as fuck. “Since Payden…”

“Woah woah.” I slam the fridge closed and open the cupboard where all the dry snacks live. Eureka. I snag a bag of popcorn and rip it open. “Payden?”

She’s Luna’s best friend. Plus she’s a lawyer, so I don’t know when the fuck this all happened.

“Will you let me finish the story, asshole?”

I shovel popcorn into my mouth, nodding as I bring the bag with me. “Go on.”

“Payden’s been comin’ to the gym I go to, and since I wanna try and buy it as a sideline, she’s been lookin’ at the paperwork for me.”

I cock a brow. “Right, ‘cause you need a lawyer to do that.”

Payden is cute as fuck. She comes to the club a little bit here and there, and she now handles any legal matters for the club when we need it, but I had no idea her and Bronco were hooking up.

“We got talkin’ at the gym one day and she got me onto this new protein powder that helped her with a skin condition. Doin’ wonders for my eczema. Then I kinda started lookin’ at ingredients and shit in food. Did you know there’s like over a dozen toxic chemicals in somethin’ as simple as ketchup?”

“What’s Payden, an anti-ketchup crusader? You tappin’ that, bro?”

He shakes his head. “The point bein’, I’ve never had an actual real conversation with a woman before, not like this.”

“About protein powder and eczema? Sounds really romantic.” I shovel another handful of popcorn in my mouth then turn the bag around. “Wait, can I eat this without dyin’ of food poisonin’ from all the toxic chemicals?”

“You can laugh now, but you’ll regret it in ten years’ time.”

“You didn’t answer my question about Payden.”

He shrugs. “She’s cute.”

“So are you in or are you out?”

“We’re just friends.”

I stare at him with my mouth open. “Friends?”

“Yeah, you know. We talk and shit.”

“Talk?”

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