Page 37 of Brewer (Macha MC 4)

Rolling his eyes, Brewer shook his head. “Guess I’ll never know the story, then. I’m not interested in playing politics, Prez. I just want to run the bar and enjoy club life.”

“But you’re not enjoying it.” Reaper placed a fatherly hand on Brewer’s shoulder. “You’re cruising. Nobody wants that in life. I know your father would kick your arse for doing it.”

Thinking back to his dad, Brewer couldn’t argue with Reaper there. His parents never let a day go by without getting into some kind of trouble. They were as childishly in love as teenagers. That fact made it ten times harder for him to ever settle. He had to be himself with a woman the way his parents had been with each other. In Macha, he was just a tough biker who poured drinks at the bar and had to bounce drunk customers now and then.

Brewer let out a breath. “Delphi seems like a good girl. She’s had a shit year.”

“We can all relate to that.”

“But she doesn’t need more shit.” Brewer’s phone buzzed with a photo from Doc of a plate filled of food. “And Macha tends to draw a whole heap of drama whether we want it or not.”

“True words.” Reaper nodded approvingly. “You’re halfway to a presidency already. If I could vote, you’d be at the very top of my list of choices.”

The older biker left before Brewer could say anything else. If the club president wanted something to happen, it would.Let’s hope he changes his mind.Being president was more responsibility than he wanted.

Brewer walked down the hallway, his stomach grumbling. A nymph brushed passed him, dark eyes seductive. He’d make do one way or another. Delphi didn’t need a washed-up bartender.Just like I don’t need to taste her again.He shook his head.No.He couldn’t simply let that girl go, but he also wouldn’t chase her into a corner. The times she let her guard down and jumped him had been few and far between. If Delphi wanted more, he’d give it to her until her legs shook.But she has to make that move.

CHAPTER18

DELPHI

“Boss lady, where are those croissants?”

Whipping her head toward the voice, Delphi stopped stirring the tomato bisque. “Cooling on the racks.” She nodded at the trays near the oven.

Tessa, the waitress, piled four into a basket and smiled. “Perfect. Thanks.”

“I really need to talk to Yasmina and Jupiter about those.” She hurried around the kitchen, taking up the slack for Edgar, who was on his fifth smoke break of the evening.

Five days had passed since she spoke with Macha about contacting Shovelhead. Since then, a parade of Macha bikers had come through her doors. She peeked out and saw the man dressed in all leather flip through a car magazine at one of the tables near the entrance.

After moving the ratatouille from the oven and onto warming racks, she double-checked the order scribbled on the notepad, then placed the food on plates. It was the night’s special, and she was pleasantly surprised at how popular it was during the dinner rush.

“Hey, you have a visitor.”

Delphi turned at the man’s voice. It belonged to her Macha bodyguard. If the stocky man with Stones on his patch thought this visitor was approved, then so did she. “Okay, send them back.”

Jupiter’s head popped into the kitchen before the rest of her body. “Hey, stranger. Got room for one more?”

“Jupiter! Oh, it’s great to see you.” She motioned toward the small table in the kitchen. “It feels like it’s been months.”

Jupiter walked to the table and sighed when she sat. “Rubble’s baby is going to be ginormous. I just know it.” She patted her swollen stomach. “Thankfully, I haven’t thrown up in a week, so there’s my one ounce of good news.”

Laughing, Delphi sat across from her. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. I’ve missed you.”

“Where have you been? Playing tonsil hockey with a certain bartender?”

“He wishes.” She brushed her hair out of her face. “I assume Rubble told you about the Shovelhead plan?”

“It came up. I have to say I’m shocked. I never knew Shovelhead, but I saw him once or twice. He’s a scary guy and a conniving one from what Rubble’s told me.” Jupiter offered her a comforting smile. “I’m glad the club’s involved. They’ll protect you.” She reached over and patted Delphi’s hand. “How’re you dealing with all this?”

“I’ve been okay. It’s not like I know the guy. I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that my mom slept with someone else.”

“Maybe she didn’t.”

“What, like immaculate conception?”

Jupiter laughed. “No, you goof. I meant, what if your mom and Shovelhead were together?”

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