I opened my eyes to Tanner reaching across the bar. He cupped his large hand over mine, trying to help me steady my shaking. He was definitely a caretaker, someone who enjoyed making sure everyone else was okay. I looked into his sky-blue eyes and felt a peace flow over me. Like an acceptance of the effect these brothers had on me.
The truth was, I was willing to do anything with them. Not only did I felt safe and wanted, but I felt cherished. They didn’t just please me, they made me feel important, and that was something I’d never felt to anyone except Lindy.
Not even my own fucking mother.
But the moment was ruined when Jacob pulled his phone from his pocket and took a call.
“What?” Jacob asked.
The brothers whipped their heads around, and I could tell by the sound of his voice that something wasn’t right.
“Okay. We’ll be right there,” Jacob said. “Guys, we need to head out. Crow needs us at the clubhouse.”
“Got it,” Adam said.
“Emma, as always. A pleasure to see you,” Nick said.
“Try to keep your head above water tonight,” Tanner said.
Tyler reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash before he sat it on the bar.
“But you guys didn’t order anything,” I said.
“Take it,” Tyler said. “You work too hard.”
I looked down at the wad of jumbled cash as the five brothers made their way through the crowd.
“What was that about?” Lindy asked.
I took the money from the bar and shoved it into my already-bursting pockets.
“Something’s happening with their club,” I said. “Has Crow said anything to you?”
“You act like I have a personal relationship with him,” Lindy said, giggling. “I don’t know any more than you do.”
“What do you think could be going on?” I asked.
“You talked to Rhodie?”
“No, I haven’t seen him lately,” I said, irritably.
“Hey, just asking. Don’t lash out at me.”
“Sorry. I’m just worried about them.”
“Uh, huh. Well, I’m sure it’s nothing. They seem like tough guys. Crow, especially, from the little bit of talking we’ve done. It’s probably just the usual bullshit. You know, a typical pissing contest between rival clubs. Who the fuck knows,” she said.
“I hope they’re okay,” I said, fully aware that I sounded like a lunatic. I barely knew these guys, and yet I felt like because I’d fucked them, I was entitled to worry about them.
“Can I get a drink down here?”
I turned my head and saw a man waving some money at me to get my attention.
“Heard from that realtor yet?” I asked.
“Not yet. You thinking about punching that cockhead in the nose?” Lindy asked.
“Yep. Just wondering if I could do it yet. Looks like I’ll have to hold off.”