Page 141 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

How do I recover from this? Offer to bake cookies? Or just sit here and hope they don’t burst into applause?

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out in a mortified whisper.

“Why are you sorry?” Maria asks kindly.

“Well, there are children here—” I sputter, glancing around as though one might appear out of thin air.

Maria shakes her head with a light laugh. “They aren’t allowed in here. The things that go on in here would scar them for life.”

“Case in point.” She nods toward the far corner, where a woman is draped across a patchholder’s lap, her fist sliding up and down in a slow, deliberate motion that leaves no doubt what’s happening.

“Right.” I let out a breath, along with my embarrassment.

We fall into silence, the buzz of the clubhouse filling the space between us. Maria doesn’t chatter idly; she just sits with a serenity that’s starting to annoy me.

It’s like she can outwait anything.

Maybe even the man she loves falling for someone else.

I study her carefully. She’s beautiful in an understated way. Her face is sweet and round, with a natural glow that gives her an almost innocent look.

If I wasn’t in the picture, would Cade have fallen for her in time? Is she part of the life waiting for him here, in Harmony?

“Hey, Luna!”

A deep, rough voice booms across the room, cutting through the noise like a gunshot.

I whirl toward the sound, pulse skipping. One of the guys who’d been staring finally finds his voice—a mountain of a man with shaggy hair and a Celtic knot inked into his face, grinning like he’s just won a bet.

“You’re like . . . a doctor, right?”

I blink, thrown off by the sudden spotlight.

Maria beats me to it. “You’re getting your lines crossed, Razor. Sophie’s the doctor.”

Razor waves her off with a lopsided grin. “Oh, I know Sophie’s the feelings doctor. Luna’s the way more interesting kind.” His eyes gleam mischievously as he bellows to the room, “Boys, we’ve got ourselves a sex doctor!”

Laughter rolls through the clubhouse like a thunderclap, fists pounding tables, bottles raised in cheers.

“We loved the presents, doc!” someone hollers.

“Very . . .impressivecollection,“ another voice drawls, thick with innuendo.

Aw, shit. I’m so going to murder Cade.

A wolf whistle cuts through the chaos. “Too bad the manual wasn’t in Druid-speak. Maybe the good doctor candemonstratehow it works!”

“Better yet, show us how toget it to cum!”

The roar of laughter grows deafening, and I feel my cheeks flame. My heart’s pounding, but not entirely from embarrassment—there’s a thrill racing under my skin now, sharp and electric.

“Come on, doc! Walk us through it!”

The clubhouse is relentless, chants swelling in a biker version of a stadium crowd. I glance at Maria, who’s doubled over, laughing.

“Dogs and bones, Luna,” she gasps between chuckles. “You might as well give them what they want, or we’ll be here all night.”

“You can’t be serious.” My lips twitch despite myself.

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