Page 26 of Single Mom's Bikers

“Just wait,” Chase murmurs.

When her bedroom lights flick on, Zane’s breath catches. She stands in full view, with no curtains. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders as she begins unbuttoning her blouse.

“Christ.” Zane moves closer to the window. “She knows?”

“That we watch?” Chase’s voice roughens. “Yeah. Puts on quite a show, doesn’t she?”

Each movement is deliberate. She turns, giving us her profile as she lets the blouse fall. The lace beneath barely covers anything.

“She’s done this before?” Zane can’t look away. None of us can.

I watch her hands move to the zipper of her skirt. “Like clockwork.”

The skirt pools at her feet. She stretches, arching her back in a way that makes all three of us shift uncomfortably.

“And she wants…” Zane swallows hard. “All of us?”

“She hasn’t said it directly.” Chase’s fingers twitch toward his sketchbook. “But the signs are there.”

On cue, Evie turns toward our window. Even from here, her smile is wicked. She knows exactly what she’s doing to us.

“We’ve shared women before.” I voice what we’re all thinking. “But this feels…”

“More.” Chase finishes. “This isn’t just about sex.”

“It’s about family.” Zane tears his gaze from the window. “Her girls, our life here.”

We watch her complete her show, each lost in thoughts of possibility. When her lights go out, none of us move for a long moment.

“So what now?” Zane breaks the silence.

“Now we talk about this like the grown men we are.” I head for the door. “Downstairs. With more whiskey.”

In the living room, the familiar comfort of leather and wood grounds us. Three brothers who’ve faced everything together, facing this too.

“If we do this,” I start carefully, “we do it right. No games, no competition.”

“All in or nothing.” Chase nods. “Like everything else.”

“The girls have to come first.” Zane’s priorities have shifted, and it shows. “We can’t mess this up for them.”

“Or for her.” I think of the shadows in Evie’s eyes sometimes. “She’s running from something. Has to be.”

“Then we will protect her.” Chase’s voice holds certainty. “All of us.” I raise my glass.

We drink to that. To maybe finding what Teller’s crew has—family, love, completion.

“You really think she’ll say yes?” Zane asks later when the whiskey’s almost gone.

Chase grins. “Brother, I think she’s already chosen all of us. We just have to catch up.”

10

EVIE

“Mama,Violet’s hiding my shoes again!”

I pour cereal with one hand while checking my phone with the other. Rose’s text glares at me: “Urgent news. Come over.”

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