Page 59 of Single Mom's Bikers

“Some of us care about meat,” Clay counters, already heading for the grill.

“Speaking of care.” Jamie beckons Evie over. “Come sit, honey. Let me tell you how I survived these testosterone-fueled gatherings when I was new.”

I expect Evie to hesitate, but she settles beside Jamie like they’re old friends. Within minutes, they’re deep in conversation, heads bent together while Jamie gestures expressively.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Ayla joins me at the railing. “Our little family growing.”

“Your idea of family’s a bit unconventional.”

Her smile turns knowing. “Says the man sharing a woman with his brothers.”

Point taken. I watch Teller with Clay and Kip—their easy synchronization is born from years of loving the same woman. They make it look simple.

“It gets easier,” Ayla says softly. “The sharing. The balance. You just have to trust each other.”

“We do.” And we do. That’s never been our problem.

“Then the rest falls into place.” She squeezes my arm before heading to rescue Clay from whatever he’s doing to that grill.

The afternoon unfolds in waves of laughter, food, and family. Owen joins the girls’ game, which now involves elaborate rules about safe zones and dragon territories. Evie and Jamie talk for hours, their conversation occasionally drawing in other old ladies who offer their own advice.

I catch snippets as I move around. Jamie tells stories about Tank’s early days, Ayla shares tips about scheduling withmultiple partners, and other women contribute their own wisdom.

“You should have seen Tank’s face,” Jamie’s saying as I pass, “when I told him I was keeping his books. Thought the big bad biker would faint.”

“Rick was the same way,” Evie laughs. “Still tries to hide the ‘complicated’ numbers from me.”

“Men.” Jamie rolls her eyes. “Think they’re protecting us by keeping secrets.”

Something flickers across Evie’s face at that, but she covers it quickly.

Later, Ayla pulls her aside for what looks like an intense discussion. They end up by the old oak tree, sharing whispers and giggles and the occasional burst of laughter.

“They’ll be good for each other,” Teller says, appearing beside me. “Ayla needed another woman who understands.”

“About sharing men?”

“About keeping secrets to protect the family.”

I think about Death’s Head’s photos, about the tension we’re trying to hide from Evie. About the shadows I sometimes catch in her eyes.

The party shifts as the evening approaches. More members arrive, bringing fresh energy and louder music. Our girls start yawning, worn out from playing with Piper and Owen.

“Ready to head home?” I ask when Evie joins me.

She leans into my side, watching Jamie hold court from her chair while various women fuss over her. “It’s nice here. Seeing how everyone fits together.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.” She traces patterns on my chest. “Jamie’s been telling me stories. About Tank, about the club. About how love doesn’t always follow normal rules.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“She said…” Evie hesitates. “She said sometimes the hardest part isn’t the sharing. It’s trusting that what you build together is stronger than whatever’s trying to break it.”

The wisdom in those words settles something in my chest. “Smart woman, Jamie.”

“She also said if you three ever hurt me, she knows where to hide bodies.”

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