Page 11 of My Biker

Dove’s eyes bugged out, and she sat up. “Yes!”

Sloane gasped and dropped her hands from her face. “No.”

“What?” Dove gasped. “He has food, and we’re hungry.” Dove glanced at me. “And he’s hot. We’re in.”

“Not happy to see me, Sloane?” I asked softly.

She turned her head in my direction. “Surprised is more like it.”

“Come on,” I laughed. “You’re surprised a biker is at the bar?”

“Well, no, but yes,” Sloane sighed.

“Are we going to eat?” Dove asked.

I nodded to where the guys were sitting. “We’re over there. Come on.”

Dove jumped down from her stool and grabbed Sloane’s arm. “Come on, girl. Food.”

“We can order our own food, Dove,” Sloane hissed.

Two waitresses pushed out the door to the kitchen with two trays laden down with food. We watched them make their way over to the club and set down plates of food.

“Food,” Dove moaned. “Food we don’t have to wait twenty minutes for,” she reasoned. “You know I need to eat right now because my stomach is full of booze from Shot Row.”

“We got plenty of food,” I added.

“Why?” Sloane whispered.

“Why are you being offered free food and a table full of hot guys?” Dove asked. “Isn’t this like one of your romance books? You should be salivating right now, Sloane.”

“Fine!” Sloane called. She grabbed her wallet and turned toward me. “Lead the way, biker. Might as well enjoy this before I wake up alone in my bed.”

“Uh, okay?” Dove laughed.

I didn’t want to bring Sloane over by the guys, but it was my in to spend more time with her. Instead of waiting half an hour for food, they could just come to eat with us, and I could spend more time with Sloane.

I needed to figure out why this chick was having a hold on me.

I held my hand out to Sloane, and she stared at it.

“I won’t bite, babe.”

She pursed her lips and glanced up at me. “Like I haven’t read that before.” She put her hand in mine, and I helped her down from her stool.

I pulled Sloane over to the guys, with Dove following close behind.

“Guys, this is Sloane and Dove,” I called.

“Hey,” Dove interrupted. “How did you know my name?” she asked.

Sloane shifted uncomfortably next to me and looked down at the floor. “Uh, well, I met Aero earlier, and I might have said my name was Dove.”

“What?” Dove laughed. “Why on earth did you do that?”

“Because she wasn’t too sure about giving a mean ol’ biker her name.”

“No,” Sloane insisted. “I just…”

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