Page 149 of Indecent Lies
She didn’t think she’d ever feel comfortable around the bikers.
“You’re my girl, not leaving you here for assholes to slobber over you.”
She beamed and squeezed his hand.
“Hey, Rider.” He greeted and met the hand held out to him with his free one. “How’s the leg?”
“Still attached, thanks to you.”
All biker eyes were on them and Poppy wanted to shrink back into Tait’s ribs but she held firm. These were his friends, or once were, he liked them, respected them. She couldn’t be afraid of men who hadn’t done anything wrong to her just because they all looked like they ate live rattlesnakes for dinner. Especially the bald one with all the dark tattoos around his throat. Yikes. Talk about meeting death in a dark alleyway. She took her gaze away from him really quickly and avoided looking at Zara.
“Nah, that was the Butcher’s doing, who knew he had other uses for his belt.”
The boys laughed and the man in question stood up and slapped hands with Tait.
Aww, she really loved seeing this. She didn’t know their relationships before, but he’d missed these men and it was nice to see them being civil.
A lot of back slapping and praise went around them all.
“Let me get you a drink,” Rider offered and switched his blue-blue gaze to her, Poppy almost shrank back. Not just because he was handsome as handsome comes, not as handsome as Tait, but intimidation was his second skin.
“Thanks, Ri.” Tait said then brought Poppy out from where she was slinking behind him, his arm slid around her waist. “This is Poppy. Poppy, meet the Renegade Souls.” He did a quick rundown of names she was sure to forget.
“Oh, we’ve met,” Arson smirked and winked at her.
Tait growled loud enough the other man laughed hard and held his hands up.
The one who’d had harsh words with Tait a while ago, the good looking Hispanic man, suddenly rose to an imposing height and she wondered if this was going to be round three.
The way Tait stiffened he must be wondering too.
“I’ll get those drinks,Presidente,” he said then walked right up to Tait.
She squeezed his fingers.
They had a goat and a cat to get home to shortly, they did not have time for a bar brawl. Plus she was wearing her Ferragamo flats.
There was no brawl.
Capone reached out and clapped Tait’s shoulder and husked, “Gracias, hermano.”
Aww.
“De nada.”
Double aww.
And that was their moment over. Whatever beef they had, was suddenly gone.
They shared a drink with the Renegade Souls for about twenty minutes then Tait announced they had to go.
At the door, they heard a whistle. It was Rider. “We’re having a club only bash this weekend. You and your old lady should come.” This was seconded by many voices.
Poppy met Zara’s eyes. There was no anger there, the other woman smiled and nodded so Poppy smiled and returned the nod.
“Thanks, Rider. We just might do that.”
THIRTY-FIVE
