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Chapter Eighteen

Lennox

“Dude, whoa,” the pizzaguy gasped. “Did I just step intoSons of Anarchy?”

I smothered a laugh with the back of my hand and watched Jonas thrust two twenties at the kid.

“Can I get a tour?” the guy asked. “I have fifteen minutes before my next delivery.”

Doc and Marty ambled over to me and sat on each side of me. I scratched each of their heads, and they grunted their approval.

The boys had been amazing. They followed Jonas and me around while he gave me a tour, and when we finally stayed in one place, they both sprawled out on the couch and took a snooze.

“No tour, kid. If you want in the clubhouse, think about becoming a prospect. The club is looking,” Jonas informed him. He grabbed the two pizza boxes from him and stepped back.

“Snapper!” a woman called out.

“Fuck,” Jonas muttered. “Get lost, kid. Come back tomorrow if you want to prospect.”

“Wait,” the woman called.

Jonas kicked the door shut and struggled to turn the lock.

The door was pushed open, and a pretty woman with blond hair walked in. “What in the heck are you doing slamming the door on me?” she demanded.

Panic ripped at my chest.Oh, gosh. Who was this woman, and why was she so mad that Jonas had shut the door on her? Was it a woman from his past?

“Not looking for company tonight, Reva.” Jonas held the door open. “Leave.”

“Is that the way you talk to your future prez’s ol’ lady?” she asked. She folded her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. She blinked rapidly and then busted into a fit of laughter. “I almost didn’t laugh.”

“Right,” Jonas drawled. “Why don’t you go outside and practice not laughing?”

Reva was married to Hero. Or was it Pie? I knew the names, but I sometimes struggled to put one and one together to get the right two.

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