“That would be nice.” Thank you, God. I can get some peace away from my grandparents.
A man beside Beth rose from the table, hastily pulling a chair away from another while glaring at the occupants when they would have said something. He placed the chair next to him, between him and Beth.
“You can sit here next to me.”
“Down boy.” Beth rolled her eyes. “That’s Rider. He always likes to get to know anyone new who comes to town.”
Rider? I have made a huge mistake.
Going to the other side of the table she squeezed between them, although Rider wasn’t making it easy for her. Lake would have told them something had come up, but she didn’t want to hurt Beth’s feelings again.
Beth waited until she settled in before she introduced her. She started with the twin closest to her and went around the table. “These are my little boys, Chance and Noah; Razer, my husband; Lily, my sister; her husband, Shade; John, their son; Cash; Rachel; Train; and you already met Rider.”
Lake smiled at each one she was introduced to. She thought Rider was bad, but hearing Razer followed by my husband had her wondering if she had made a wrong turn somewhere.
Each man was covered in leather and tats. The one called Shade was definitely the one nobody fucked with in their group since it looked like he had the most tattoos, which seemed like they went down from his neck to his feet. Cash, however, drew her attention the most; something about him had her staring at him for a few seconds.
“It’s nice to meet you all.” She hoped she didn’t sound a little frightened when it came out.
“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Rider cut off Beth when she opened her mouth to reply. “Where are you from? From your accent, it doesn’t sound like it’s Kentucky.”
Lake licked her lips, wondering what she should tell them. She didn’t think she should tell them the truth, considering Dante could come after her.
“Arizona.” She went with the first thing that popped in her head. It was where her dad had grown up.
“Really? Do you know any cowboys?” Lily asked. “I’ve always wanted to meet a real cowboy.”
The one covered in tattoos threw her a dark look. “I thought you said I’m your cowboy?”
Lily brushed his cheek with a brief kiss. “You are. I was just going to ask her if it’s true if they drink a lot or if they like women with short hair.”
I have no freaking idea.
She looked at Lily’s long, beautiful, black hair. “They like lots of orange juice, and they definitely prefer long hair. The longer, the better.” Lake was quite shocked to find that the two were married, and with a cute little baby boy at that. Lily was arguably the most beautiful and timid girl she had ever seen, while Shade… well, he could probably take out half of the Caruso Mafia by himself.
Lily turned to her husband, giving him a suspicious look. “We could always go to the Grand Canyon on vacation,” she suggested.
“Not going to happen,” Shade said, slipping an arm over her shoulders before whispering something in her ear, which had her face flaming.
“If you’re going to be in town for a while, stop by our clubhouse for a drink sometime,” Rider suggested.
“She’s not old enough to drink,” Beth snapped.
“I didn’t mean liquor,” Rider said to Beth before turning back to Lake, giving her a wink. “Unless she wants one. One beer isn’t going to make her drunk, is it?”
Hell to the no.
She took a long drink of water before she could answer, contemplating on the right thing to say, not wanting to piss off a biker. “I’ll think about it.”
The food came just in time, breaking the awkward conversation. Lake’s eyes drifted to Cash again, unable to help glancing at him from time to time. He was tall, blonde, dangerous, and outrageously handsome with just the right amount of tattoos. When he caught her eyes and smiled at her, it finally dawned on her why she was attracted to him. Cash was a perfect blonde god, exactly like Vincent.
Finally realizing the root of her attraction, it still didn’t mean she didn’t like staring at him, despite him not being Vincent. He was clearly very happy and very much in love with the pretty redhead beside him. Still, it was hard not to look at him from time to time, and she hadn’t seen Vincent’s perfection in a week.
Blondes are clearly my kryptonite.
Chapter Forty-Six
Falling Into a Book