Page 79 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

Chapter 29

Lizzy pulled the sweatshirtover her head and shoved her arms in the sleeves. The nights were cooler in Seattle than in Portland, she was glad Roar had suggested she bring a set of warmer clothes.

"Better?" Roar pulled her back in front of him and wrapped his arms around her.

"Much." Snuggled with her back against his chest, she watched the others in the club enjoy the burn barrels set up on the pavement in front of the club.

While she'd gotten to know his parents and sisters, the members of the Seattle Chapter kept their distance after paying their respects to Roar and acknowledging her.

It felt a lot like a vacation with the bikers giving them time. Time for her and Roar to grow closer and just be.

She felt safe in Roar's arms, and though the bikers partied and whooped and hollered the same as those back in Portland, it was unnerving to be around strangers.

The teasing, the arguments, the physical fights, passion, and closeness were foreign to her because she didn't know the personalities behind the actions.

A female walked toward them, strutting in red high heels that matched a red lowcut blouse. Lizzy studied the woman, wondering how and why she looked familiar when it hit her. She'd seen the woman before in Portland, at the clubhouse, with Roar.

Her spine straightened, and she placed her hands over Roar's and refused to move.

The woman stopped in front of her, smiled and then raised her gaze to Roar. "How are you?" she asked him.

"Good. And, you, Norah?" Roar never moved. He never let go of Lizzy.

"Happy here." Norah never once looked at Lizzy. "Though, I'm counting on you to keep my brother out of trouble now that I'm not keeping my eye on him."

"Ja." Roar's chest rumbled in amusement. "I'm sure Brage misses you."

"Oh, I'm sure." The woman laughed before walking away.

Lizzy relaxed again in Roar's arms. She had no idea Brage's sister was living at the Seattle Chapter now and wondered if Roar had anything to do with that. As quickly as the thought came, she pushed it away. Nothing was going to ruin her night.

She believed Roar was only seeing her. He'd given her no reason to doubt him.

The traditional Slag chant went up. She found Knute in the crowd holding up a bottle of whiskey to his men. In the light of the fire, she could imagine Roar in twenty years or so looking exactly like his father.

They had the same build, both men tall and broad. Even the strong cheekbones on Knute weren't softened with age. The family resemblance ran strong in all of Roar's siblings, even though she could see more of their mother in his sisters.

Her eyes burned, and she blinked. She'd need to look at the last picture she had of her mom before she died and see if she took after her in any way.

There were times, the visual picture of her mom in her memories was so clear in her mind, and other times, she had trouble remembering exactly how she'd styled her hair or whether there were laugh lines on her face. When she'd died, Lizzy had thought she'd never forget the simplest things, but after ten years, she lost little details like how her mom's hand felt. Try as hard as she could, she couldn't remember what her voice sounded like, even though she remembered conversations.

Roar kissed her temple. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." She pressed her cheek against his beard. "I'm happy to be here."

He grunted and held her tighter. The more she learned about him, the more she realized how much he was raised to be a leader.

A commotion broke out near the fire where she'd been watching Knute. Voices raised until shouting went through the crowd.

Roar's arms dropped away from her. She turned. His gaze centered on the men scrambling. She touched his arm, alarmed at his hard expression.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He jerked his gaze around and shouted, "Henrik, take Lizzy inside and put her with the women."

A chill tickled her spine at the same time a gunshot split the air. She grabbed Roar and he set her away from him and hands grabbed her upper arms.

"Take her and don't let her out of the clubhouse." Roar took off in a sprint, removing his knife from his side.

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