Page 32 of Sparrow's Grace

He glared, “I don’t particularly want to.”

I chuckled again, “Zeke.”

He sighed, then stepped aside and gestured for them all to come in.

And when I say all,I think I remembered all the names, eight women of Wrath MC… Lil, June, Michelle, Mackenzie, Harlow, Conleigh, Shiloh, and Cora.

“Hey girl,” June winked at me.

“Hey,” I grinned.

“Okay, so you know what to dress in; the weather is a cool seventy-four degrees right now. We are taking you to Main Street, and there’s a fair going on, so a lot of vendors have things for sale. We go to it every year,” Mackenzie said and I could have hugged her for that.

I nodded, then walked over to Zeke, stood up on my tiptoes, and kissed his cheek, “Thank you again for breakfast.”

Then I hurriedly walked away from him, but stumbled at his words, “Don’t ever have to thank me for taking care of you, Angel. I’m proud as fuck to do it.”

Fifteen minutes later, I was walking out of the bedroom in some white denim cut-off shorts, a Harley Davidson tee with a red bandana tied in my hair to keep the flyways out of my face, and my hair was in a messy bun. I had dark blue Converse on my feet to match my tee. I went light on my make-up and spritzed on some perfume. And I had my light bohemian boho bag resting against my left hip.

When I entered the living room, Zeke was now too dressed in a black fitted tee, dark-washed jeans, and black motorcycle boots.

He looked up from his phone when he saw me coming, and I watched in fascination as his eyes closed. He inhaled a breath and then opened them and locked gazes with me.

“Damn girl, you fucking fit right in.” I tore my gaze from Zeke’s and looked at Conleigh and chuckled.

They all stood, talking about some vendors they were excited to see when Zeke stepped to my side. “I’m thankful as fuck I decided to tag along so I can glare at every motherfucker that has a wandering eye.”

I giggled, then nodded and started to follow the girls out of the house, and I swore I heard, “The street is going to be red by the end of this. Your face, that body, that ass, those legs. Fuck me.”

I knew I had heard right when Mackenzie locked eyes with me and chuckled too.

“Okay girl, we are taking two vehicles, and the men that are going with us are riding their bikes. Do you want to ride with me, June, Shiloh, and Michelle? Or do you want to ride with Harlow, Mackenzie, Cora, and Conleigh?” Lil asked.

I tilted my head to Mackenzie; “I’ll ride with them.”

And like that, we were all loaded in and buckled in, but not before there was a tap on my window. I rolled it down and looked at Zeke.

He winked, “Didn’t have to ask, and didn’t have time to inform you, don’t know your money situation, but just so we’re clear, I’m paying for whatever you want today.” I started to open my mouth to protest that I had plenty of money, but he pressed his finger over my lips, “This is your welcome home gift from me. So please, if you see anything you want, don’t hesitate, all right?”

Mackenzie laughed and then said, “Girl, just give in. These men are stubborn and proud. They pay, you spend. Because I promise you, your repayment is to simply smile at them, and that makes it all worth it to them.”

Zeke tipped his head to Mackenzie and nodded with a smile.

“So, I know some of you have kids, but I didn’t get to meet them last night,” I said.

“You’ll meet them all at the clubhouse tonight. We’re throwing you a welcome home dinner,” Harlow said with a smile in her rearview mirror.

I hated crying.

Freaking hated it.

But I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed from my eyes at all of their kindness; they didn’t know me from Adam.

Mackenzie reached over and squeezed my hand, “It’s all good, sweetie, trust me, we get it.”

“It’s just, in my dad’s club, the ol’ ladies, all but one, well, they didn’t really like me. They didn’t like my mother, and I guess they judged me for that. Then the club bunnies, well, that’s a topic I don’t really want to get into. I can tell you this, they never celebrated anything for me. Other women, and kids, yes, but not me.”

“Well, your dad’s club is stupid. No offense to your dad,” Harlow snapped.

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