Page 42 of Rage's Heart

“The blonde is Foxy. She’s Chief’s baby sister.”

“And the one who looks like I stole her favorite toy?”

“Uhhh…” he stammered. “That’s Trixie. She’s... well… she’s around the clubhouse a lot.”

The vague answer sent a prickle of unease down my spine. Her eyes went to Rage’s arm around my back and narrowed to slits.

Ahhh. That told me everything I needed to know. There was history there.

The petite blonde reached us first, her bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she took me in.

“Well,” she drawled, crossing her arms. “So this is the woman who’s got Rage acting like a lovesick puppy.”

“Fuck off, Fox,” Rage grunted, his lips curving up.

“That’s Foxy to you, asshole,” she corrected, turning her attention to me. She stuck out her hand, revealing knuckles tattooed with the words PLAY NICE. “I’m Foxy. And you must be Mac.”

I shook her hand, surprised that she knew who I was already. “Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” she grinned, hooking her arm through mine and easily extracting me from Rage’s grip. “Come on. Let me get you a drink.”

I laughed, letting her lead me away, glancing back to see Rage watching us with a look of amusement.

“Don’t worry,” Foxy said, following my gaze. “He’s a caveman like the rest of them. He won’t let you too far out of his sight.”

“Noted,” I replied, finding myself instantly liking her.

She led me to a cooler and pulled out a beer, popping the cap off with a lighter before handing it to me. “So, how’d you two meet? Rage isn’t exactly forthcoming with the details.”

I took a sip of my beer, considering how much to share since he apparently hadn’t. “We both stopped on the side of the road for an injured dog.”

Foxy’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? That’s disgustingly cute.”

“What were you expecting?” I laughed, although I was genuinely curious.

She shrugged. “Figured you were one of the many bimbos he hooks up with from the shop.”

I forced a smiled, taking another drink. Doubt I hadn’t felt before about our relationship reared its ugly head. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh, I’m not disappointed,” she grinned. “Just surprised. In a good way. I’ve been around most of these guys my whole life and other than my brother, who was married for about 2.5 seconds, I honestly never expected any of them to settle down. It’s not really their style when there are always easy women around.”

My heart sank even more as I glanced around, realizing I hadn’t even noticed the beautiful women walking around in bikinis.

Pull yourself together. He likes you. Why else would he have brought you here?

“So, what do you do around here?” I asked, desperately needed to change the subject. “Rage mentioned you’re Chief’s sister.”

Her eyes looked thoughtful. “Uhhh… Well…“ Her head cocked to the side like she was looking for the right words. “Let’s just say these boys make messes and then I have to come in and clean them up.”

“Oh.” I smiled. “Like housekeeping.” She didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who did such a menial job. Not that there was anything wrong with it. She just looked like she’d do something really cool. She had that vibe about her.

For a moment, Foxy just stared at me, her lips twitching. Then suddenly her head went back and she burst out laughing, drawing the attention of a few club members who’d been standing nearby. They glanced over with amused expressions.

“What’s so funny?” I finally asked, feeling like I’d missed the punchline.

“Nothing, doll,” she said, wiping her eyes as her head bobbed up and down. “Yep, that’s me. The housecleaner. I clean up after these messy boys.”

Something told me there was more to it than that, but before I could ask, Trixie sauntered over, her eyes cold as she looked me up and down.

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