Lucky's Choice(103)

“Viper and Winter are up front.”

“Because Viper’s the president, and Winter’s his old lady.”

“Winter doesn’t mind being called an old lady?”

“It’s not meant as an insult; it’s a sign of respect. You’re an old lady now.”

“What do you call an old lady that’s old?”

Lucky grinned at her over his shoulder. “A real fucking old lady.”

Willa laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Lucky’s expression turned serious. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes. I can see how it can be addicting. There’s nothing like it, is there?”#p#分页标题#e#

“No, there isn’t.”

When Viper and the others began lining up to pull back onto the road, Lucky tapped the helmet she had taken off while he fueled his bike. “Back on.”

Willa made a face. “Can’t I just hold it on the way back? You aren’t wearing one.”

“Your ass isn’t on my bike unless you have one on.”

“Maybe Rider will let me ride with him to see what it’s like without one,” she joked then wished she hadn’t when Lucky’s expression went cold.

“You never ride on anyone’s bike but mine.”

“Why? The women switched bikes when we stopped. I don’t—”

“Did you see any of the old ladies switch?”

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t. “I was just joking.”

“Riding on another brother’s bike is considered cheating unless you have my permission.”

Willa started to get upset at the chauvinistic attitude. “Do other women members get to ride with men who have old ladies?”

“It depends on if he wants her to.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair to me.”

“Biker clubs aren’t—”

“Fair. I know. I’ve been told that before by someone else,” she snapped, putting on her helmet. “Asshole.”

“Did you say something?”

“They’re waiting,” she yelled out over the sound of his motor.

The ride back was even more fun. The sky had grown darker, and she didn’t feel as if she were going to fall off. The hum of the powerful motor and the wind whipping at her clothes made her feel as if she were flying. She was disappointed when they arrived back at the clubhouse.

Lucky stayed upstairs with the men while she went downstairs to shower and get ready for bed. When she heard the music from above her head, she tried not to think about Lucky being up there with all the women. Then she opened the bathroom door and almost dropped her hairbrush when she saw Lucky undressing.

“Dammit. I was hoping to join you before you got out.”

Willa unwound the towel she had knotted at her breasts, letting it drop to the floor. “I missed my back.”



Willa rolled over in bed, stretching her hand and hitting Lucky’s shoulder. Rising up, she peered at him in the darkness, seeing him sleeping deeply. She lay back down, curling against his side and placing a hand on his flat abdomen.

A tear slid out of the corner of her eye, landing on his shoulder. Seeing her husband sleeping soundly was worth any price she had to pay. After all, he had been willing to live a life that was driving him crazy for her, so the least she could do was be willing to try to adjust to a different way of life for him.





Chapter 29



Willa poured herself another cup of coffee, trying to wake up. She had another forty-five minutes before she had to leave for the church. The deacons had agreed to let her rent the church kitchen after Lucky had left as pastor. She was happy with the way it had worked out. She still had all the space she needed to make her desserts to supply her growing customer base. Plus, she was able to sell in the church store. She had even been able to call Ginny and offer her a job. The girl had been thrilled about quitting her job at the theatre and had started two days ago.

“Would you like some help?” Willa offered Ember who was flipping bacon.

“No, thanks. I have it under control.” The woman flinched when bacon grease popped up. It was the second pan she had watched the woman fry.#p#分页标题#e#

Keep your mouth shut, keep it shut, Willa kept telling herself.

Ember flinched again when a bubble of hot grease landed on her hand.

“Damn.” Ember shook her hand in pain.

Willa couldn’t take it anymore. “It’s easier if you bake it in the oven. You can cook twice the amount and no popping grease.”

“You can bake it in the oven?” Ember looked at her questioningly.

“Yes. Do you need to make more, or is that the last of it?”

“With the way the men eat, I have two more packs to fry.”