“Okay, how about we head inside then?” Shooter suggested.
“Okay, warden.” Juliette winked.
They headed inside and Hil stood us, looking unsure and repentant.
Evonne glanced at Juliette. She’d never been the type to hold a grudge but right now Hil was pissing off everyone, which wasn’t like her. Evonne wanted to chalk it up to their situation.
When they got close to the table, Hilary rushed forward for a hug.
Shooter backed away like they’d caught the plague.
Evonne laughed, tossing him a wink.
Joey had walked over to Moose who had her wrapped in his massive arms. His hands rested protectively on her still-flat belly.
Evonne smiled. Bikers in love, marri
ed and expecting might be scarier than normal relationships.
“It’s fine, Hil. We’re all on edge,” Juliette stated.
They separated and Hil said, “I’m sorry. I was lost in my own head. Which is no excuse. I just feel so out of my element.” She toyed with a curl.
“You have to be careful with Joey. She’s sensitive now and after all she’s been through, Moose is the moon and stars.”
“Yeah, everything’s changed so much,” Hil whispered.
“You know that changes nothing about us, don’t you?” Jul asked.
“How can that be true? You and Joey are married women, and she’s on her way to being a mother. Evonne is—what are you, E?”
The women all turned toward her.
“Happy…mostly,” Evonne answered.
“Being evasive,” Hil accused. rolling her eyes.
Evonne exchanged a look with Jul. Now was not the time to drop the secret about her relationship with Rocky. Especially since she was still coming to terms with it all. “Why don’t we get up and see if we can coerce someone to take us for a walk. I think we’ve lost Joey for a while,” Evonne noted, eager to get back outside into the sunlight. She was starting to feel like a freaking cave dweller. She glanced at Rocky, who caught her gaze and lifted an eyebrow. “Walk with prospects?” she mouthed.
Rocky scowled but nodded as he returned to his game.
Evonne scanned the room and eyed her options.
Mouth would drive them crazy, but his interactions with Hil were always hilarious. He stood beside a broad-shouldered male with cropped sandy-blond hair. His blue eyes reminded her of the ocean, but it was the spark of intelligence and his degree from MIT that earned him the name Sherlock.
“Sherlock, Mouth, we want to go for a walk. Can you go with us please?” Evonne asked.
“Sure, Firecracker,” Mouth shot back, grinning.
Evonne rolled her eyes. “Really?”
“It’s your road name, so get used to it. I think it suits you.” Mouth cocked his head to the side and stepped closer.
“Don’t go flattering me,” Evonne retorted.
“See? You’re doing it right now, sparking,” Mouth said.
“Sherlock,” Rocky boomed. “You’d better help your friend figure shit out before he gets put down.”