Page 3 of Keg's Revelation

I gave a chin lift to the two new prospects at the gate as I rode through and into the parking lot of the clubhouse. Bikes were lined up filling the lot, and the music blasting from inside could be heard over the sound of my pipes. As I parked, I thought of the club and the work it was going to take from the other brothers and me to bring it back to its glory. Who had time to worry about a relationship in the first place? With that in mind, it settled in me that I’d done the right thing with Raven. Or I hoped that it was the right decision. Either way, it was over.

I entered the clubhouse and took the first steps to push Raven out of my head and move on when I sat down at the bar and started drinking. The more I drank, the decision to sever the relationship with Raven was the best option for both of us. Raven would realize that after she got over the initial hurt.

I ran a hand over my stomach, the ache in my gut I’m sure had to do with the liquor I was consuming. It had to be.

Chapter One

Keg

“You’re officially aproperty owner. How does it feel?” Mrs. Evans, the realtor who represented me in the purchase, said as we stepped out of the attorney’s office into the stifling heat.

“No different than yesterday, Mrs. Evans. Except my bank account is significantly lighter today,” I said as I walked toward the area in the lot where my bike and her car were parked.

“You snapped up the place under the appraised value. That alone should make you smile, hon.”

“Oh, I’ve got no problem with the deal.” We reached our vehicles, and I opened one of my saddlebags and placed my copy of the paperwork from the purchase inside.

Christ, I probably should have separated the bundle between both saddlebags, so one side wasn’t heavier than the other. Who knew buying a house cost the earth a tree or two? Not to mention the cramp in my hand from signing my name or initials more in one sitting than I had my whole life.

“Well, that’s good enough for me. I enjoy it when my clients are pleased with their purchase.” Mrs. Evans opened the door of her car and tossed her bag in. The door started to swing back on her and I moved to catch it. I held the door while she got behind the wheel and situated herself in the driver’s seat.

“Appreciate all your help, Mrs. Evans. Drive safe.”

“Such a sweet young man. Don’t you let that beautiful home go to waste. It’s too big for a single man. The place was built for a family. You should find yourself a good woman and fill the home with children.”

I’ve been called several things in my life, but sweet was never one. I grinned at Mrs. Evans. “Now, what is Mr. Evans going to say when you tell him you’re leaving him for me.” I winked, and the older woman smiled, then threw back her head and laughed. I watched as she patted her hair, then ran her hands over her dress as if fixing it before she looked back at me. When she did, there was a gleam in her eyes.

“Hon, if I was thirty...hell, fifteen years younger, I’d take you for a ride or two.”

My smile grew. “Mrs. Evans, I’m not sure I could handle you. You’d ruin me for other women, and then where would I be when you up and left me?”

“Please. I highly doubt you’ve ever had a problem finding a female to keep you company. Now get out of here and go enjoy your house.”

“Plan to,” I said and pushed the button on the door, locking her car door, then stepped back.

“I bet you will. Just remember what I said. Find a good a woman and make that house into a home,” Mrs. Evans said, then pulled the car door closed. I waited until she drove out of the parking lot before getting on my bike and doing the same.

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