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I grinned at her. “By the weekend, I’m sure everyone will get their wish, and whoever had bets going might make some money.” I winked before making my way toward the office where I’d seen Angel Girl headed earlier.

“Oh, good. Just the person I needed.”

My brow went up in question as Angel Girl turned to me. “I need someone to run this by the Aces High Clubhouse for me. It’s for Sweet’s eyes only.”

“Okay, I can go and then hit up the water department afterward to pay our bills.”

“I really wish they would step into the new millennia at some point and allow us to pay that shit online,” she grumbled.

“Me too. I’ve offered to fix them up with state-of-the-art security, but the freaking council full of old assholes turned me down, once again.”

“You know how the good ol’ boy club is around here.” Angel Girl sighed as she reminded me of what I already knew. “Anyway,” she continued. “Get this to Sweet, and then go do whatever you need to.”

“See ya.” I called out as I grabbed the large envelope and took off for my bike. There was a special messenger bag I used to use that I wished I still had. Since I didn’t have one, I figured it wouldn’t hurt whatever was inside to be bent a little and I folded the envelope enough to fit into the inside pocket on my leather jacket. After my helmet was donned, I took off for the Aces High Clubhouse.

It was perfect, because I would be able to slip in to say hi to Quickshot while I was there. The whole way there, I kept thinking about how he would react when I showed up and just laid one on him. A giant, juicy kiss in the middle of his clubhouse should be statement enough for everyone. Even though I’d told him we would do it over the weekend, he would appreciate the surprise of it and then I wouldn’t have the anticipation of an announcement hanging over my head.

I pulled up to the clubhouse at the same time Sweet did. “Fortuitous timing,” I called out as we both got off our bikes.

“How’s that?”

“I just came to deliver this to you.” I reached into my jacket and pulled the envelope out. I followed his dubious look to the wrinkled, beat to shit envelope and shrugged my shoulders. “Sorry, I was on the bike and didn’t have my messenger bag with me.”

“No worries. This from Ja-Angel Girl?” It was cute how he and Quickshot had such a hard time remembering to call Angel Girl by her road name and not Jamie. I smiled at him as we both walked toward the clubhouse. “You sticking around?”

“Um, is it okay if I pop in to see Quickshot?”

Sweet’s eyes twinkled as a grin spread across his face. “You finally ready to admit to what’s going on between the two of you?”

“That’s the plan,” I told him and could tell by the way his eyes widened in shock that he hadn’t expected me to agree to that. Sweet was teasing me, but it made me feel all kinds of special because his shock meant that Quickshot hadn’t even talked to him about what was going on between us. Trust was everything to me and it gave me the extra boost of courage I needed to do what I had planned.

“I wish I could stick around to see this go down, but I have to run these papers somewhere.” He shook the envelope and hopped back on his bike. I didn’t even have time to wonder what exactly Sweet and Angel Girl were up to with that envelope. “Hey!”

“Yeah?”

“I want the best for both of you, so I hope everything goes well in there.” He shook his head as he put his helmet back on. “Fuck, there’s no need to even say that. Quickshot’s going to lose his shit in the best way if you go in there and claim him in front of everyone.”

“Thanks, Sweet.”

“No problem, sweetheart. Later!”

Once I made my way into the building, I didn’t see many men hanging around in the bar area. One man, with a bald head who I hadn’t ever seen there before caught my attention just as I caught his. “Can I help you with something?” He called out to me.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Quickshot.”

The man looked me over and then smiled. “You’re one of those chicks from the club in town?”

“Yep,” I answered, wondering if I was about to get a ration of shit about my living the club life without a swinging dick between my legs. Some of the guys were old school like that.

“He’s back in the office right now with a few of our brothers. You can head on back.”

“Thanks.”

I made my way to the office but stopped just short of opening the door when I got there. It was cracked open enough that I could hear what was being said, and since I happened to be the queen of epic timing, I quickly realized they were talking about me. More specifically, they were tormenting Quickshot, but I was the ammunition they were using.

“If you weren’t so fucking pussy whipped over that redhead from the bitch MC, you would be headed out with us to Atlanta, man.”

“Told you, I have plans.”

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