Not His Old Lady Anymore

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he ledger. Outside, the familiar roar of a Harley eng

eep, gravelly rumble I knew

g's bike. H

nwelcome thumps against my ribs. He'd been on this

alked out of my office. It was my duty as his Old Lady to g

ith Prospects and hang-arounds, their eyes fixed on

broad back of the man wearing the iconic Serpents of Redemption c

steps

on the back of h

otion, offering a hand to help her down. The gesture was ste

ia sun. She wore plain clothes that didn't belong here

ight, slid off the side of th

whispers from the brothers nearby were li

froze for a second before he started walking

ice a little rough. "Roa

My eyes went past h

mirk so faint I almost thought I'd imagined it. Then, just a

. This wasn't an accid

He lowered his voice. "Her name is Ginger. She ran into some trouble o

ice so cold it didn't sound like my own. "Hel

arp edge of impatience in his tone. "In fr

, and he was asking me to give him face f

throat. When I looked at him again, my face was

are you staring at? Don't you see we have

to relax him. He t

with her son. Cody glared

urke. Craig saved us on the road. He's such a

mile with no warmth in it at all. "I

Lady' made he

he tension. "Alright, it was a long ride, e

uld finish. "Ricky!" I cal

ver immediately. "Fio

get them settled." I made sure to stress "guest quarters"-the area for tempo

ened instantly. "

I spoke first, my voice low

g him straight in the e

and walked back into the Clubhouse,

gaze burning into my back