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“Oh my God, you’re beautiful!” Bailey gushes.

“Bless your heart,” Prissy answers in her slow drawl.

“Axel loves you, you know. He talks about you all the time,” Bailey says.

“My man!” Prissy shouts while fluffing her feathers wildly above my head.

I watch as a loose one floats to the table before I move my hand close to Prissy for her to step up on. When she does, I lower her to the table and wait for her to step off. Waddling toward Bailey, Prissy stops in front of her.

“Axel’s hot. Chingalinga!” Prissy shouts.

When questioning eyes look my way, I shrug. I have no idea what Prissy’s saying, but she’s adamant and repeats it several times.

“Sorry, but I don’t speak southern belle,” I explain to the laughing females.

“We’ll get out of here and let you get back to work, Ivy. Thank you for taking the time to talk with us. Pigeon told Petey that you’re swamped right now with the ranch and work, so if we can help, please call one of us. When we left the clubhouse, Pigeon was rounding up some future ranch hands for you, I think. Good luck turning bikers into cowboys, but if you can make that happen, I want to see it,” Ava says, laughing as the women stand and walk toward the door.

After saying our goodbyes, I take Prissy back to the aviary under protest from her and make my way to Thor’s kennel. Sitting on the floor, Thor’s head in my lap, I realize Pigeon’s right. I’m not alone anymore. I have people, and that feels amazing.

Walking through the kitchen door, I smile. Unlike going home when Ted and Todd were there, the kitchen is spotless. Moving into the living room, I smile again when I see Tabitha curled up on Pigeon’s lap while he’s kicked back in a recliner. Leaning down, I place a kiss on his lips when he says nothing but aims a finger at his mouth.

“That what you wanted?” I ask.

“For now, yes. Want more later. Made you a plate. It’s in the fridge and just needs to be nuked,” Pigeon mutters while running a hand up my thigh and across my ass.

“Who was in the hallway this morning? Reeves, I think you called him,” I ask while stepping back and plopping down on the couch.

“Club brother. He works with Rex and me at the club’s security company. He doesn’t live here but was staying for a few days to clear out his room at the clubhouse,” Pigeon answers while muting the TV.

“I met some of the women today,” I offer.

“I heard. Heard you impressed the hell out of them too. Not an easy feat with Trudy, but you did it, honey. I also had the length of my cock and life threatened if I don’t do right by you,” Pigeon says with a dimpled grin.

I feel my eyes go wide before I laugh at the mental images of Trudy threatening Pigeon.

“I’m guessing it was Trudy.”

“You guess right, but she had her posse as backup, just in case. Please don’t let them remove that particular part of my anatomy. I like him attached and functioning. We’ve become good friends, and nobody wants to lose a friend in the manner she described.”

“I want to be just like Trudy when I grow up,” I tell him with a wink.

“God knows one Trudy is enough. Axel might run away from home if another one appears.”

I laugh and stand to go heat up my dinner but stop at Pigeon’s next words.

“Flash me, Ivy.”

“Flash you?” I ask, confused.

“Show me my girls,” he orders in a low voice, eyes glued to my breasts.

“Let me guess. You’re a breast man,” I say sarcastically.

“Nope. I’m an Ivy man. But I would never be upset if you wanted to flash me those beautiful girls,” he responds before pulling his eyes up to mine.

I have no idea what comes over me because my next behavior is very unlike the Ivy I know. Pigeon’s playfulness pulls something dirty out of me, so I reach for the buttons on my shirt. Pigeon’s eyes brighten, and he sits straighter, probably in shock that I’m complying with his ridiculous request.

Unbuttoning one at a time, I enjoy his complete attention and anticipation. When my shirt parts, I unclasp the front enclosure on my bra and push it aside. Cupping the bottom side of each breast, I ask, “This what you wanted?”

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