Page 90 of Walking Red Flag

The lines at the corners of Webber’s eyes creased as he practically beamed at her.

The most dangerous man I knew, smiling like a fuckin’ loon.

“When’s your man going to bring you around again so we can get to know you better?” Doc walked up and offered his hand as well. “I feel like he’s been hogging your attention.”

Milena flushed.

I narrowed my eyes at Doc.

Always the fuckin’ charmer.

It was part of his persona.

Charm them. Make them think that he wasn’t as dangerous as he was.

But sometimes he was genuine.

Like right now.

“Circumstances.” She shrugged, not offering an explanation, which I approved of.

I loved my club brothers. Most of them I loved like my real brothers.

However, the less people that knew about why I married her, the better.

Because, the more people that knew, the more likely that Milena would know, and I didn’t ever want her to find out the real reason.

She might hate me for it, and I didn’t think I could handle her hating me.

“Well, now that we’re here,” Webber drawled, rubbing his belly. “I’m a bit peckish.”

I waited until Auden got back and offered him my hand, which he surprisingly took.

“Thanks for having my granddad’s back,” I offered.

“He didn’t have my back. I had my own damn back!” Granddad cried.

My lips twitched as I turned to the man that’d finished raising me—who was pretty much the only positive male influence I had growing up—and said, “Granddad, since you’re now unbusy, maybe you could finally meet my wife.”

Granddad’s sharp eyes turned to Milena and held. He stared at her for a long moment before saying, “You’re a looker. You do realize that he’s way beneath your level, right?”

I shook my head, a smile forming on my mouth despite my granddad’s words.

“Oh?” Milena turned to stare at me, the two of them giving me very different appraisals. “I think he’s mighty sexy, though. He has all these abs underneath that shirt, and he has the stamina of a racehorse. And the co?—”

I placed my hand over her mouth and said, “Don’t you dare.”

Her hand came to my wrist, and she pulled pitifully hard.

I gave her the play and dropped my hand from her mouth. But she curled my hand underneath her chin and said to my granddad, “You can sit by me as we have breakfast.”

“I’ve already eaten,” Granddad said. “But I guess it wouldn’t be too much of a hardship to sit there for a few minutes. That’s all I can spare, though. Tiny and Big Head want to head to Whataburger to sit after this. We have a pretty good routine.”

I rolled my eyes, causing Auden to chuckle and say, “Pop, when will you turn into an old man like that?”

Auden’s ‘Pop’ chuckled as he held the door open for us.

We all went inside and were greeted by a very full house.

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