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“Don’t even think about it,” Hunter interrupted as he dropped down beside me, his wife, Mallory, squeezing in next to him. “I’m fed up with Ripper being up my ass about you flirting with hisgirls.”

“It’s not my fault, Uncle Hummer!” Adair whined, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. A new skill he’d mastered thanks to Jax’s helpfultutoring.

I flashed a look up to Mallory, whose eyes softened on her little boy. She didn’t get in between them, though, choosing to just watch from the side as Adair continued to defend himself against his uncle. Hunter had been Noble’s brother, and once he’d learned about Adair being Noble’s son, he had literally dragged Mallory back home to Fellpeak so he could raise his nephew; and after a long year, the two finally gotmarried.

Adair climbed off my lap, upset after losing an argument with his uncle, and headed back over to where the twogirlswere.

“That’s new,” I said, watching his little feet stomp on the floor as he weaved through the brothers that were crowded in the small confines of the compound. Many stopped to talk to him, now referring to the boy as “Prince” for his kind but flirtatious ways similar to his father’s, but Adair ignored them in hisescape.

“Kid doesn’t like doing what he’s told.” Hunter sighed. “It’s ageneticflaw.”

Mallory slapped his chest, giving him a mock scowl. “He just really likes Mia and Chloeequally.”

Both Hunter and I scoffed at that one. The kid was such a flirt. He just loved theattention.

I looked down at my phone screen, realizing I had brought it out into my lap after Adair left. “No new messages” blinked upatme.

I sighed and turned the screen off, flipping it over onmylap.

“Expecting a call?” Hunter asked curiously, looking over my shoulder at myphone.

“I’ve already learned not to,” I grumbled, scowling at the phone once more, ignoring both Hunter and Mallory’s curious looks, both waiting for me to elaborate further. Ididn’t.

The two just nodded and accepted my answer, leaving me to stew for a few more moments before the pest made hisappearance.

I watched as Jax released one of the girls from under his heavily tattooed arm with a wet kiss before he swaggered over to our corner. His dark eyes searched around the room as he dropped himself down on the coffee table in front of us. Not finding what he was looking for, he turned back to me and, with a sly grin, said, “Hiding fromWolf,huh?”

“No,” I denied, but obviously Jax didn’t believe me. Just as he opened his mouth to argue with me, the man in question stormed into the room. His footsteps were heavy as he marched along the dark oak floors. Eyes turned his way and watched as their president moved through thecrowd.

He didn’t stop to talk, pushing his way through until he found himself by the bar. Lamb stopped what he was doing to meet Wolf’s eyes. Their lips began moving, and although everyone else had gone back to their own business, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the huge Russian, watching carefully as his frown deepened the longer his conversation with Lamblasted.

By the time it was over, Wolf’s face was contorted into a deep scowl. Lamb put a beer on the side of the bar, and Wolf picked it up as he moved toward the back door, opening it up and stepping out into the back garden before shutting itbehindhim.

I didn’t wait as my legs had already lifted me from the couch, ignoring Jax’s jibes as I made a beeline for the same door. I slid it open, letting the warm afternoon air hit my skin as I stepped out onto the concrete. The large yard, fenced off by a chained fence on three sides, the other leading round to the car lot, was in the process of turning from green to yellow with the change of theseasons.

I stepped onto the concrete path around the side of the building and, seeing no Wolf in sight, followed it around the back of the building. Sure enough, hidden in the shadow of the compound, stood a lone man with a cigarette in hismouth.

Wolf kept the cigarette between his lips, his other arm crossed over his chest as he looked up into the sky, puffing a breath of smoke into thebreeze.

Noise was absent behind the building crammed top to bottom with big, burly bikers inside the soundproofed walls. Despite being on the edge of town, the club was still close enough to houses that they worried about noise complaints, and so sound-proofing had been the solution to stop the sheriff coming to the property to arrest them for something whenever hecould.

As I approached, Wolf turned to look at me. His eyes scanned me from the tips of my boots to my tight blue skirt and red shirt. It covered my chest this time, since I didn’t have the chance to actually choose my clothing when Wolf woke up this morning and ate me alive with his eyes. Then he pissed me off, so I had made it to the bathroom before I realized the clothes I hadgrabbed.

I wasn’t a vain person, however, and didn’t really mind theclothes.

It didn’t stop Wolf, though, as his eyes lingered an extra second on where my curves were most pronounced before turning and staring back into thedistance.

His shoulders slumped further with every step I took until he was lounging against the wall, lessening the distance between our faces by a few inches. He was still taller than me by a long shot, but at least this way when I stood in front of him, I didn’t have to crane my neck to look upathim.

His eyes were trained on me as I blocked his view, but aside from that, he didn’t move. I stood and watched him take one deep, long breath of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out one side of his mouth so it didn’ttouchme.

I waited for him to explain what his heated conversation with Lamb was about, but after another minute passed and he didn’t say anything, Igaveup.

I stepped forward, positioning myself between his outstretched legs. He didn’t move as I reached up and gently plucked the cigarette from his lips. I put it between mine, taking a long drag, the familiar feeling of nicotine spreading through my lungs. I held it for a moment longer than I should before blowing the smoke in thebreeze.

I saw Wolf’s eyes darken and his arms tighten around his torso at the view I wasgivinghim.

“Heard any news yet?” I asked, veering away from the growing heat inhiseyes.

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