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“We’re going to head out,” I told Evie. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“I should be there around five. I’ll let you know when I’m leaving.”

“Can’t wait,” I said and pulled her to me for a quick kiss.

Evie arrivedat my house at a quarter after five. She was wearing a pair of jeans that perfectly molded to her ass and a shirt that clung to her body in a way that made me want to ask her to change.

“You look great,” I said.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure what to wear.”

“It really doesn’t matter,” I said, repeating the same thing I told her when she originally asked what she should wear. “No one is going to judge you.”

She gave me a skeptical look.

“Well, if you’re dressed like a club whore, then yeah, the women are probably going to judge you. But you’re not, so it’s not an issue.”

She laughed lightly. “Thanks for your honesty.”

“If you want me to be completely honest, I wouldn’t mind you dressing like that, but we’d be staying home instead of going to the party.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she winked. “Are you ready to go?”

“Ready if you are,” I said.

“Do the Blackwings have a lot of club whores?” she asked once we were on our way.

I wanted to laugh, but I knew she didn’t realize how off base her question was. “No. Not in the way you’re thinking. There are girls that hang around and come to parties to hook up with a brother, but we don’t keep women around specifically for that purpose like some clubs do. Most of the brothers are married with families, so our parties and gatherings are tame in the MC world.”

“That might not be a selling point for some, but it is for me. I prefer tame to wild and crazy.”

“Me, too.”

When we arrived at the clubhouse, the party was already in full swing. Evie turned to me with a look of concern on her face. “Did I cause you to be late?”

I shook my head. “There wasn’t a specific start time, but it looks like they got started a little earlier than usual.”

“Edge!” Dash called from across the room. “Over here!”

I chuckled. “I guess Ember wants to talk to you.”

“What? Why?” Evie asked in surprise.

I placed my hand on her shoulder. “Relax. She likes you. She probably just wants to make sure you feel comfortable.”

We joined them at their table, where Ember had a seat for Evie right beside her. “Told you,” I whispered before she sat down.

“It’s so good to see you again,” Ember said cheerfully, and hugged Evie.

“She’s a friendly drunk, and she’s already had a few drinks,” Dash explained.

“I’m friendly all the time,” Ember said and turned her attention back to Evie. “How are things? Is the car doing okay?”

“Yes, it’s perfect. And thank you again,” Evie said sincerely.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

“Just a Coke for now,” she said. “I should probably eat something before I have anything stronger.”

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