5 Bikers for Valentines

Which was something I never thought I would see.

“Looks like someone’s got a visitor,” I said.

“What? Huh?” Lindy asked.

“He just walked through the door,” I said.

“Who did?”

I watched as Crow waved to try and get Lindy’s attention. Lindy still tried to play off her relationship with Crow, but I knew better. She hated it when I teased her about it, but that was my right as a best friend. She got to tease me for hopping on five dicks, and I got to tease her about dating an older man.

The two of them had settled into a comfortable routine. He could drop by the store on Fridays to pick her up and the two of them would spend their weekends together. She played dumb every time he came in, but I knew better. I knew what they were doing, and it made me happy for my friend. In the length of time I’d known her, men in her life never lasted a month.

So, to see her with the same guy for over six months made me a happy camper.

“She workin’ you to the bone?” Crow asked.

“Always,” I said, grinning.

“Give me another hour, and I’ll be off,” Lindy said.

“No, ma’am. You’re off now,” I said.

“But it’s not even eight o’clock yet,” she said.

“Go, you idiot. Have fun. Just make sure she’s back in here by Monday morning, Crow.”

“Always,” he said. “You ready, Linds?”

“I’m ready, big daddy.”

I suppressed a giggle as the two of them strolled out of the store. I stayed at the shop until it was closing time, then I packed up and went on home.

I knew I was walking into a candlelit meal. I could see the lights twinkling from the window. It was a tradition the guys had started. At the end of every week, they would cook me a meal, light candles, and the six of us would settle down our week with good food and great conversation.

But this time rose petals were lining my path from the porch to the kitchen table.

“Who blew up the florist?” I asked.

I looked up, my eyes darting around to each of the brothers, my jaw parting in shock. They were all standing there in dark wash jeans and various button-down shirts. Their hair was slick and their faces were clean-shaven. Their blue eyes were twinkling and their shoes were shining. I had never seen these guys dressed up before, and heat permeated my neck as I took them all in

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“What’s all this about?” I asked.

“Aren’t women supposed to know this kind of thing?” Tyler asked.

“Shut up,” Adam said.

“It’s our six-month anniversary,” Jacob said.

I giggled as Nick pulled out my chair for me.

“Sit down,” he said. “Take a load off.”

“You guys don’t have to do this,” I said.

“Oh, but we do,” Tanner said. “Who wants to start?”