Page 22 of Biker Under My Tree

“Oh, looks like Guns is here,” Bonnie said as she glanced out the window. “I’m sure he’s hoping to snag a cookie,” she added with a laugh.

“Everyone’s welcome to the rejects,” I replied and pointed to the plate on the counter. I always made a few extras when I decorated, mostly because there were always a few I couldn’t quite get to look right. Today’s pile started at sixteen, but with Wick and Bones “taste-testing,” there were only nine left.

Guns came through the door and made a beeline for Bonnie. He wrapped her up in his arms without a word and kissed her like he’d been holding his breath all day. I quickly turned my gaze to the cookies and felt like I was intruding on a private moment.

“Gunny,” Bonnie murmured, “save that for when we get home.”

“Missed you,” Guns muttered.

Bonnie giggled. “Then don’t stay away from me so long. Did you finish up everything at the clubhouse?”

I chanced a look at them again, feeling less like a voyeur now that they were talking.

Guns nodded. “Yep. Had to clear out the gutters. Good thing I got to it today since it’s starting to snow.”

“Snow?” Bonnie gasped, her face lighting up. “Maybe we’ll have a white Christmas after all.”

“Looks that way,” he replied and eyed the plate of cookies. “Mind if I grab a couple of these?”

“Help yourself,” I replied. “Bones and Wick have already had their share.”

Bones chose that moment to appear in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, looking casual as he leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. A small grin played on his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of Snow’s cookies.”

A shiver ran through my body at his words. I hadn’t seen him much today, and having him close by was nice. It was also nice when he said covert, flirty things to me.

“There’s the prospect I needed today,” Guns joked and snagged two cookies.

“I totally forgot about that,” Wick chimed in and slid around Bones to grab yet another cookie. “You’re our forty-year-old prospect.”

Bones just flipped him off, and his grin never faltered. “Yeah, keep it up. Next time you bring your bikes in, don’t be surprised if they won’t start.”

“Oh, I’ll remember that,” Guns chuckled and raised his cookie in a mock toast. “Guess we’ll have to find another way to haze you.” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “How do you feel about toilets?”

“About the same way I feel about gutters,” Bones shot back with a laugh.

Their banter made me smile. I didn’t have a clue what half of it meant, but they were in good spirits, and that was all that mattered.

“All right,” Bonnie cut in with a mock sternness. “You guys can razz each other tomorrow. This old lady’s bones are tired from working all day.”

Guns wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head. “Let’s get you home, baby. I figured we could grab a pizza on the way.”

Bonnie’s face lit up with a smile. “Sounds perfect. We can chow down and watch the snow fall from the couch.”

With that, Bonnie and Guns headed out, Wick and Nut trailed right behind them.

“See you all in the morning!” I called as the door clicked shut.

Suddenly, it was just me and Bones.

“You all done for the day?” he asked and glanced at the stack of orders I’d been organizing.

“I think so,” I replied and nodded toward the neatly stacked forms. “We’ve got all the orders we need to fill tomorrow, and we’ll finish packing up the cookies for the coffee shop in the morning.”

“Sounds good,” he said, then paused to look at me with a glint of something in his eye. “You hungry?”

I laughed and felt my own smile widen. “I mean, I could always eat. I’m kind of jealous that Bonnie and Guns are eating pizza while watching the snowfall.”

“Come here, Sugar.” Bones extended his hand to me, and I didn’t even hesitate. I slipped my hand into his, and warmth ran through me as his fingers closed around mine. He gently tugged me off the stool and led me out of the kitchen and into the living room.

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