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Cora brought Brooke over and introduced her to Katrina. He held her in the water, knowing she was uncomfortable around other women. For years, all she had was Mama Sue and the bitches that hung around the clubhouse. It was one of the reasons why Katrina grew up with a mouth on her. She mimicked the others from a young age.

"We both work at the coffee shop." Cora grinned. "Except today. It's slow, so Dania, the owner, let us have the afternoon off."

"I belong to Maverick." Brooke pointed to a large man sitting on the steps at the end of the pool. "Well, he belongs to me. Actually..." She laughed. "We both belong to Skye."

Cora grinned. "Skye is Brooke's niece and Maverick's daughter."

Katrina stared blankly at the women. Jagger could see the wheel turning in her head. She was curious about Brooke but refused to show any emotion toward an unfamiliar female associated with the club.

"It's complicated but it works." Brooke glanced at Jagger before asking Katrina a question. "You're from Beaverton?"

"Yeah." She leaned back, getting her hair wet. "I know Maverick. He rode under Hatchet before he went to prison."

He patted her ass. That was enough info sharing. In his experience ol' ladies got jealous fast, and Katrina was every biker's little sister. She had stories to tell, that shouldn't be told.

Maverick had a past, just like them all. Some things were better left unsaid.

"I know." Brooke glanced at her husband. "Now he's here, with me."

Katrina rolled her eyes. Jagger swam with her, putting some distance between her and the other women. She clung to his neck, kicking her legs to stay afloat.

"Do you hang out with those two?" asked Katrina.

So, that's why Katrina wasn't in the mood to talk to the other women. He grinned, running his hands over her hips. She was jealous.

She slapped his shoulder, splashing them both. He let her go and swam farther into the deep end. He'd let her stew. She knew the lifestyle. He wasn't talking.

The last two years he'd built a motorcycle club from the ground up. She worried for nothing.

When he swam back, he stood at the six foot mark in the pool. Katrina floated, ignoring him. He grabbed her foot and pulled her to him.

"Jagger?" She stayed on her back, looking at the sky through the glass enclosure. "How many women were you with in the last two years?"

"Don't go there." He grabbed her ankle and pulled her over to him. "You're with me now."

"I'm being serious. I'm not naive."

"We're not having this discussion."

"Maybe a better way to express my feelings right now is by telling you what I've done the last two years when you moved to Seaglass Cove." She flipped and treaded water. "Do you realize that every night I've gone to bed thinking about you being with other women because you weren't with me?"

"Kat," he muttered, lunging for her.

She swam backward, out of his reach. He stalked toward her. Because of her youth, she pulled herself out of the pool before he could reach her.

"Get back in the water."

Katrina stood at the edge, looking down at him. "Every single night, Jagger."

"You know how I feel about you."

"Bikers only think with their cock." She reached behind her and undid her bikini top, letting it fall to the side of the pool, and then she wiggled out of the bottoms. "You strut to the pool, letting everyone look at you." She held her arms out to the sides and turned in a circle. "What does this do for you?"

Her temper rose fast. He swept his hair off his forehead. In two seconds, he'd take her back to the clubhouse and show her exactly how he felt toward her.

She stared him down. "I wonder how I look to Wire. Hm. Maybe Maverick. He's a big guy."

A feminine gasp came from behind him. Probably Brooke. If Katrina continued, he'd be breaking up a girl fight.

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