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“I’m sure it is,” I said, before downing the last of my Jägenogg.

“Alright, we’re tied now. Rack ’em up,” I said, turning around just as Maisie, the Dogs’ First Old Lady, showed up with a smoking hot brunette at her side. She looked to be about my age, was dressed in full riding leathers, and the closer she got, the more beautiful she got. Once they reached us, I could read the name on the young woman’s patch, “Trouble.”

No shit.

CHAPTER FOUR

Doozer

TROUBLE WAS, WITHOUT a doubt, the sexiest woman I’d ever seen in my life.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Sweet Pea said, greeting Maisie with a hug.

“It’s wonderful to see you as well, love. Happy Christmas,” she said, her British accent adding even more Christmas cheer to the room. “This is Trouble,” Maisie said sweetly. “She’s with Biker’s for Kids. We’ve just been talking outside and I think she’s the most adorable thing ever.”

Adorable nothing. She was pure molten hotness that had been poured into leathers.

I scrambled for a smooth way to introduce myself to Trouble as Maisie introduced her to our group. “Trouble, this is Sweet Pea, Sparky, and my daughter, Poppy. And this is Doozer.”

“Hey,” Trouble said, in a friendly, but guarded, tone.

“’Sup,” I said, giving her a casual chin lift. Instantly feeling like a total dickhead.

’Sup? Real fucking smooth.

Thankfully, Poppy chimed in, stepping right over my awkward moment. “Merry Christmas,” she said, cheerily. “We’re so glad you and the rest of your club could be here with us today.”

“Thanks,” Trouble said, her eyes nervously going to the floor, before adding, “and Merry Christmas.”

“Right, well, I’ll leave you all to get to know one another,” Maisie said. “Although, I’m afraid I do need Poppy’s assistance in the kitchen. I have a bit of a pie situation to sort out.”

“Pie? I love pie,” Sparky said, and Poppy elbowed him.

“Yeah, honey, we allknow,” she said. “Come on. You can help, too.”

With that, Sparky disappeared to the kitchen with Poppy and Maisie, leaving Trouble alone with me and Sweet Pea.

For exactly five seconds.

That’s how long it took for Sweet Pea to check his watch, whistle, and say, “Well. I gotta, uh... go help Minus with, uh that… thing,” and walk away. He may have been a great Road Captain, but he was complete shit as a wing man. Trouble shot me a nervous glance and tucked her hands into the pockets of her skin-tight pants. Pants I was already envisioning getting into.

“There’s a full bar over there. Can I get you a drink?”

“No, thanks. I’m not much of a drinker.”

“So, you ride with Biker’s for Kids?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t bolt on me. It wasn’t too often you’d run into a female patch, and I’d certainly never seen one as beautiful as Trouble.

“Yeah,” she replied, barely making eye contact. “Cowboy and I hooked up a little over three years ago.”

“Oh,” I replied, disappointed. “I didn’t know that you were Cowboy’s old lady.”

“What?” she exclaimed, her voice finally rising above a whisper. “Ew, no. Cowboy’s like a hundred years old.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” I said, breaking into laughter. “It was just, you said you guys hooked up—”

“I meant Cowboy and Iconnectedover three years ago,” she said, trying but failing to hide a smile.

I raised an eyebrow. “So, you don’t have an old man then?”

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