Page 43 of Sparrow's Grace

Dark-washed jeans encased his long legs and hugged his thighs.

But the kicker, that was seeing his tattoos revealed. There was just something about a man that had sleeves rolled up his forearms, his tattoos on display.

I had to clench my thighs together to not let out a moan at all the hotness that was on display for me to see.

Once I came back to myself, I asked, “What?”

“Would you think I was a total asshole and not take offense if I asked you to change into something that hid your figure and covered your body from head to toe?”

“As long as it’s because you don’t want other men looking at me because you’re possessive, then no, I won’t take offense. But if it’s because you don’t want anyone to see me with you, then I will take offense, pack my stuff, and walk out right now.”

“I don’t want anyone else seeing you dressed like this if I’m not at your side.”

“Then I guess I need to remain at your side at all times. Huh?”

He smirked then, and nodded, “Yeah, Angel. I think that would be the best course of action. Otherwise, I may have to kill one of my brothers.”

I laughed as I handed him my water, and then smiled as he winked, took the cap off, and then handed it to me.

After I took a sip, I followed him to the mudroom and smiled.

I didn’t know why, but seeing my Converse sitting beside his boots, it caused something warm and fuzzy to settle in my belly.

When I felt his eyes on me, I looked up and then waited as he searched my eyes and then nodded, “I get it.”

And just like that, we got our shoes on and then he locked up and we walked side by side out to his truck.

Fifteen minutes later, we were pulling outside of the clubhouse.

Once he had the truck in park, he looked at me and then continued to rock the very foundation my world sat on, “You may or may not know the drill by now, but whenever you get out of a car, you wait for me to open your door if I’m with you.”

Then I watched as he vaulted out of the SUV and then rounded to my side and opened my door.

Once he helped me down, I looked around the area, and then I didn’t realize that I placed my much smaller hand in Zeke’s.

Not until I looked up into his eyes and was shocked to see the warmth there in his dark storm-cloud gray eyes as he tightened his hand on mine.

“You do that because those club girls are watching me? Or something else?”

It didn’t occur to me that other women were looking at him, and I didn’t hesitate to inform him of this either, “Would you believe me if my hand had a mind of its own?”

He smiled, “When it comes to you and me, yeah, Angel, I can believe it.”

“Good,” I said with a smile and then smiled even wider when he tightened his hand over mine again.

He opened the door and then gestured for me to walk through first, and I did, never once losing contact with his hand.

We passed by familiar faces and a lot that I didn’t recognize.

Then he led me outside, and over to a table where Mackenzie, Shiloh, June, Lil, Conleigh, Collins, and Harlow were sitting along with some other women that I have no clue who they are, but judging by their kuttes, I knew they were ol’ ladies.

As we got closer, Mackenzie looked up and then smiled, “Hey girl.”

I waved with my free hand, “Hey.”

Then I bit back another freaking smile because, with the way I was smiling, I knew I was going to have one etched firmly on my face with all the things that Zeke did that were utterly perfect.

And I say that because he pulled a chair out for me to sit down on.

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