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Jacob shakes his head with a smile. “No, it’s fine. I just have to watch what I say.”

“I understand. If I overstep, just tell me.”

“To answer your question, I’m not in yet where I’m only a prospect, but yeah. The guys, for the most part, are awesome.”

“Tell me all about them.”

Jacob starts telling me stories about the different guys.

There’s a man they call Cueball who apparently can’t hit a cue ball to save his life and always launches it off the table when he tries. He’s had to pay to refelt the pool table three times that he knows of.

Lemon is another club member, and he’s not quite sure how he got his name.

Midnight always has a book on him, along with a pocket full of peppermints. Seems weird for a biker, but I won’t judge.

“What about your family? Do they approve?”

Jacob rolls his shoulders back. “My family is pretty indifferent to it. Do they wish I was going to college or something? Probably, yeah, but they just want me to be happy.”

“That’s awesome. Do you have any siblings?”

“I do.” He nods. “I have an older brother who is the classic golden child and a younger sister who is still in high school.”

“Ohh…” I tease.

“Yeah, she keeps threatening to show up here and find herself a real man. Her words, not mine.” He rolls his eyes.

I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head. “Teenage girls…”

“Right? Shit, she has us all so wrapped around her finger it’s not even funny.”

“That’s sweet though. You sound close.”

“We are. She’s one of my best friends.”

“Hey prospect. You want some company?” a girl asks, interrupting his story.

“You know the rules, Baby.” He shakes his head.

“Oh come on, I’m sure the girl can take care of herself,” she says without looking my way.

I get up and start cleaning up my mess.

Did I bother Jacob too much? I enjoyed listening to him tell me everything, but maybe he was just entertaining me.

“Hey, you good?” he asks, pulling me out of my head.

I look up and find that Baby must have left.

“Do you want me to go?” I ask after I set my plate down to dry.

“Only if you want to.” He shrugs.

“I’m not bothering you, am I? Or keeping you from something?”

Jacob shakes his head. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Okay,” I say quietly.

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