“Alison!” Storm roars, his voice booming through the clubhouse and anyone who is still sleeping upstairs won’t be for long.
“Oh, hell,” I mutter. Ever since Alison found out she was pregnant, Storm doesn’t like to leave her alone so when we have work to do that goes into the night, he makes her sleep at the clubhouse, which means for the past few months, we’ve all had front row seats to their frequent fights. It would make all our lives so much easier if just one of them was a little less stubborn than the other but unfortunately, they are pretty evenly matched.
“Go fuck yourself, Logan,” Ali calls as she waddles down the stairs, her belly hindering her tantrum. Storm is right behind her, his brows drawn together as he glares daggers into her back.
“Don’t walk away from me, Kitten. This conversation isn’t over.”
Ali scoffs. “Yes, it is.”
“Fucking hormones,” Rooster, one of our new prospects, whispers under his breath from across the table and I glance at him with an incredulous look. If Alison heard his comment, she’d rip him a new one and that’s tame compared to what Storm would do to him. Dude does not play when it comes to his lady. I kick his chair under the table and he jerks up before turning to me with wide eyes.
“Get up, prospect.”
He stares at me for a second, like he might argue, before he scrambles up. As soon as his seat is free, Alison slips into it and I shake my head as he trudges over to one of the couches in the corner. Ali glares over her shoulder as Storm comes up behind her and crosses his arms.
“You wanna do this here then?”
She spins in her chair and crosses her arms over chest, matching him as she stares him down. “No. I’ve already told you my answer and that is the end of the discussion.”
“Like hell it is, woman.”
Ali arches a brow before turning to face me with a smile on her face. “Smith, you’re coming to the baby shower, right?”
“Uh,” I mutter, my gaze flicking to Storm as he continues looming over Ali’s shoulder. He nods and I turn back to her. “Sure. When is it?”
“The twenty-ninth.”
I nod and sip my coffee. What the hell do you even do at a baby shower? I bet Quinn would know…As soon as her face pops into my head, I’m fighting back a smile. I just saw her and Brooklyn last night but I already miss both of them. Maybe I should stop by her office later and take her to lunch…
“Holy shit,” Ali gasps, drawing my attention back to her. At some point, Storm picked her up and claimed her seat before positioning her in his lap but I couldn’t tell you when.
“What?”
A wide grin stretches across her face. “You met someone.”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer and Chance laughs.
“The fuck you don’t. I’d know that dumbass look anywhere.”
“What’s her name?” Ali asks, ignoring Chance’s comment and I sigh as I glance across the table at her. She’s not going to let this go.
“Quinn.”
“And how did you meet her?” she asks, practically bouncing in Storm’s lap. He casts an annoyed glance in her direction as he places a steadying hand on her belly that she ignores.
“Uh…Watched a truck run a red light and slam into her car.”
She gasps. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, nodding. “She had some internal bleeding and they kept her in the hospital overnight but she’s good now.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s so scary. But leave it to one of y’all to woo a woman right after coming to her rescue.”
We all chuckle as I shake my head.
“It didn’t quite happen like that but you’re not wrong.”
“Well, you should bring her to the shower. I would love to meet her.”
Bringing the mug to my lips, I shrug. “I don’t know. We’re taking things slow.”
“Yeah, right,” she snorts. “When has that ever happened?”
“She needs to take things slow.”
Understanding crosses her face but before she can say anything, the phone rings and we all turn to look at it. Chance looks over his shoulder at Rooster, who is passed out on the couch.
“Prospect!” he yells and Rooster jerks up, looking at us through heavy eyes. “Phone!”
Rooster gets up from the couch and grabs the phone off the bar before handing it to Chance with a scowl. Rooster, or Dalton as he was known before he came to us, has been prospecting for the club for the last five months or so and honestly, I’m not sure how well he’s working out. Most of the time he’s an all right guy but lately he’s had an attitude anytime he has been asked to do anything but I suppose this is the reason for only taking him on as a prospect. All the brothers need to be sure that he’s got their back one hundred percent before we patch him in.
Chance catches my gaze, the hard look on his face getting my attention before he turns to Storm and hangs up the phone. “We gotta go.”
“What’s going on?” Storm asks and he shakes his head.
“Not one hundred percent on the details but we need to go meet someone at a hotel on the edge of town.”
“Who?”
He shakes his head. “A woman named Morgan and her two kids.”
“And she didn’t say what’s going on?” I ask, adrenaline already pumping through my veins. I’d really like to know what we are walking in on, though.
“No, just that she needs our help.”
I nod as I stand. “Just the three of us or should I go wake up Moose?”
“Just us. She didn’t sound panicked on the phone so I think she’s safe for the moment.”
“Rooster,” Storm barks as he stands and Rooster straightens as he meets Storm’s gaze. I fight back a grin because at least someone can get Rooster to show some respect. “Keep an eye on my girl.”
“I can take care of myself, Logan,” Ali grumbles and he whips around to face her. She matches him, getting right in his face with an arched brow. He cups her face and pulls her close before whispering something to her and whatever he said, makes her melt. She nods and reaches up on her toes to kiss him before heading back up to their bedroom.
“Man, I thought for sure she was gonna rip your nuts off this time,” I mutter as the three of us head out to the parking lot and he grins.
“That was just foreplay.”
I groan and pick up my pace. “I really need to get my own place.”
“You could probably borrow Kodiak’s cabin since he’s living with Tate now,” Chance says before flashing a grin. “Then again, you might be moving in with your own girl soon.”
Truthfully, I would love to spend more time with Quinn and Brooklyn but I know she still needs more time and I respect that even though it sucks.
“Naw, I don’t think so. We’re taking it slow, remember?”
He laughs. “Ali was right, brother. We don’t do slow - especially when we find what we want. Shit, look at Storm now. That broody motherfucker was a brick wall before Ali walked into his life.”
“I’m still a goddamn brick wall,” Storm grumbles and Chance laughs.