Page 59 of Rogue's Path
“What is she doing here?” Havoc’s eyes widen as he moves towards the wall of screens.
It’s hard to miss the woman stepping out of the SUV at the gate. There aren’t many tattooed women with a pixie face and dreadlocks. Rhys showed up! Without her husband or kids.
“Do you think she’s going to tattoo?” Bear asks.
That’s usually my second thought when I see her. The first being that’s one fine woman.
“Rogue, could you make sure she’s settled before you leave? And if she plans on working, set her up with a shop. There will undoubtedly be a line.” Havoc asks.
It’s tempting to jump the line, but Peaches is waiting. “Got it.” I rush out of the room before anyone else needs something.
Rhys steps through the gate, dragging two large suitcases as I walk up. “Hey.” I reach for her suitcases. “You didn’t pack light.”
“Nope, I brought everything I need to ensure that I can tattoo all weekend.”
That’s incredibly kind of her. Memorial tattoos can give the family peace. The common practice at funerals is not to charge but just to set up a tip jar. “Your husband and kids arriving later?” A cop will add a certain air to the party, but he’ll act as a deterrent for Reaper.
“No, he had to work.”
That’s not good. “Reaper’s here.”
Her whole body shakes for a long moment. “He won’t bother me.”
Whether that’s bravery or bravado, I’m not sure. “I’ll make sure you have some added security and are in a restricted corridor. And I’ll have a brother with you at all times.”
Rhys tips her head to the side, making the jewelry in it clink together. “No. A guard sitting there staring at them will make my clients uncomfortable.”
Her safety is more important. It’s galling that I have to worry about a woman’s safety inside the clubhouse. “Fine, I’ll give you space, but there will be someone making rounds checking on you.” I give her a look daring her to question me. She better know I won’t hesitate to call her husband, even if it means there’s a cop in the clubhouse.
“That will work. I didn’t bring a bike. Do you know if someone would have a spare, or maybe one of your new brothers would let me ride on the back of theirs?”
Any one of the three would hyperventilate at the idea. “None of them are coming.”
She raises an eyebrow at me.
All of our non-custom bikes are accounted for, or I’d loan her one. Even my personal bikes have been loaned out to people who flew in from the other side of the country. “You could ride with me if you’d like, or I could ask another brother.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
Only if your husband decided to kill me for it, but he isn’t a biker. “Not at all.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” She reaches over to grab her other suitcase, but I beat her to it.
We start walking towards the door.
“I have to say I’m surprised you don’t have someone on the back of your bike yet.”
Peaches would look stunning back there with her arms wrapped around my waist, molding her body to mine…I need to see her soon. “Not yet.”
“Next time you visit Beach Haven for a tattoo, I’m going to introduce you to a friend of mine. Do you like horses?”
“Not especially. I prefer my rides to have an engine. And not bite.”
“They don’t bite…often.” She grins at me.
We stop at a locked corridor on the opposite side of the clubhouse from Reaper. It’s probably too much to wish that with all these people, he won’t see her. Once she sets up shop, tongues are bound to start wagging around here. “I don’t need to tell you not to share this code.”
“Nope. Thank you for finding a room for me. I know most of them are reserved.”
