“I didn’t think you would own a robe,” Diamond joked.
Knox grinned back. “It was a Christmas present last year from Beth. She gave all the brothers one.” Diamond laughed.
She had expected the party to be over, but there were still several members and hanger-ons downstairs.
Heading towards the kitchen, Rider gave her a sideways grin when he saw how she was dressed. Blushing, she went into the kitchen to see Evie and Cash sitting at the table eating a sandwich.
“Take a seat, I’ll fix us something,” Knox said.
As Diamond took a seat next to Evie, the silence at the table was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Evie. I lost my temper when I went in the bedroom and thought Knox was there, which is no excuse, but I’m sorry.”
“Your sister is a bitch,” Evie retorted, not ready to accept her apology.
“I know, but to be fair, she was going to walk away. I’m the one that egged it on.” Diamond accepted full responsibility for the fiasco upstairs.
“You did?”
Diamond nodded. “I didn’t know I could get that angry,” she confessed.
“That kind of happens when you care about someone, don’t you think?” Evie probed.
“Yes, but I still had no right. Knox hasn’t made any promises and I was wrong to take it out on the women. I should have just kicked his ass.”
Cash and Evie both shared a glance. Evie started to say something, but was cut off by Knox setting a sandwich down in front of Diamond then sitting down with a plate for himself.
They obviously didn’t want to continue the conversation with Knox there, so the topic switched to a big order The Last Riders had going out next week and how much the new employees hired from Treepoint helped with the grueling schedule.
“When did the Blue Horsemen start caring about what Sex Piston and her crazy assed friends did?” Cash asked, changing the subject again.
“The Destructors became a charter of the Blue Horsemen. I think Sex Piston and her crew are going to be in trouble for helping me get in to see Knox. Stud didn’t look too happy with them.”
“They broke a big rule going into another clubhouse,” Cash explained.
“They weren’t inside ten minutes,” Diamond took up for her sister and friends.
“I don’t think it’s going to matter to Stud,” Cash said with a grin, as if the thought of Sex Piston getting in trouble was a good thing.
Diamond didn’t say anything else, she merely gave Cash a dirty look, which he ignored. Picking up her sandwich, she was about to take a bite when the basement door opened and Jewell and Raci walked out, both flushed with red faces, wearing t-shirts that made it obvious they had nothing on underneath. Shade followed behind them, his hair also wet, and he was wearing nothing other than jeans. His whole upper body—to his neck and dipping below his waistband—was covered with tats.
His eyes met Diamond’s open-mouthed stare with the sandwich halfway to her mouth as he closed the door behind him.
The silence in the room was tangible as the two women went towards the refrigerator to make their own snacks and Shade walked to the liquor sitting on the counter. He grabbed one of the bottles then went to the cabinet to get a glass, coming to take a seat across from Diamond who had managed to take a bite of her sandwich. Chewing it slowly, she felt the startlingly blue gaze on her and Knox. She could almost feel his mind at work while she barely managed to swallow the bite of sandwich.
“You going to need my vote?” Shade asked, his gaze on Knox.
Knox stared back. “Yes.”
“Then handle it,” he said, getting up from the table, taking the whiskey and glass with him. Looking back at Evie, he asked, “Coming?”
Evie grinned, standing up to take her dishes to the sink before going to Shade who was waiting. She went down the stairs, giving Knox a final stare.
“I’ll take care of it.” Knox must have said what Shade wanted to hear because Shade left the room, closing the door behind him.
Diamond took another bite of her sandwich.
Raci and Jewell both sat down at the table with their plates of food. “I guess we all have the late night munchies,” Raci said, picking up her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Diamond took a drink of her water, unable to take the chance of strangling on her food. She had already managed to make an ass of herself once today and having the Heimlich performed on her at two in the morning would have been more than her pride could take.
“Finished?” Knox asked.
“Yes. I couldn’t eat another bite.” Diamond got up, taking their plates to the sink before they said goodnight to everyone and returned to Knox’s room.
“Tired?” Knox asked.
“Yes.”
“Get in bed. I’ll take you by your house for some clothes when we wake up.”