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"I don't pay attention to that shit!"

"Men," she says and sighs. "Is it a basket of things or a dispenser?"

This is fucking embarrassing. The last thing I want to talk about is woman things. Unless we're dating."A container thing. Not like a condom dispenser."

"Did you get told if you need tampons or pads?"

"Fuck, I don't know. They just said, and I quote, 'lady shit for the bathroom.' Like I know what that means."

Rolling her eyes, she holds out a hand. "You got money?"

"Yeah, here," he says and takes his credit card from his back pocket.

"Be right back."

The moment she disappears inside the store, he worries she'll run his card up with other items, and while he's sort of part of the club, he's not exactly flush with cash yet. Once he's patched in, he'll make bank like everyone else. At least the club will reimburse him for this purchase. So what if Hailey decides to get some stuff for herself? He'll gladly figure it out. Which is pathetic because she hasn't even let him kiss her yet.

She walks out with a bag, and his stomach lurches. A bag. How much did she buy?

"I got two boxes of tampons and two boxes of pads. Guys don't realize it, but there's a flow difference, and it's a pain in the ass when you use the wrong size," she says and hands him the bag.

He takes it and puts it in the saddlebag before taking the card and receipt from her. She only purchased four items, and he almost wishes she'd gotten something for herself. Then he could use it as an opening for a date.

"Thanks, Hailey. I owe you one."

"How about a ride home? I don't have class the rest of the afternoon, and I was just wasting time until Lex or Colt came to get us after picking up the kids from daycare."

Let her sit behind him and wrap her body around his? Sign him up. "No problem."

"Do you have somewhere you have to be soon?"

Hope fills him. Maybe she wants to kiss him as much as he wants to kiss her. If Lucas hadn't interrupted them the other day, he definitely would've been caught making out with Colt's new house member. "No, I just have to drop this stuff off at some point. Why?"

"I was hoping I could ask you some stuff about Lex and Colt. You seem to know them pretty well."

Handing her his helmet, he nods. "Sure."

She slides behind him, her arms wrapping around his waist, and it sets him off like a rocket. Pulling away from the curb, he shifts, trying to ease the pain of his jeans pulling against his groin.

It's been way too damn long since I last got laid, but I'm not touching the bunnies. I've seen them all naked as it is, and it's just creepy knowing most of the men in the club have had a turn.

Gavin considers driving the long way to the house to have her body pressed against his just that much longer, but he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable in case she doesn't feel the same electric attraction he does. She's one who seems to keep her feelings close to the vest, and he can't quite determine whether she likes him or not. They almost kissed, but it could have also been an in-the-moment situation.

They pull into the driveway, and he kicks the kickstand out. Hailey hops off and hands him the helmet before sitting on the front porch steps. This doesn't seem like a good sign if she's not even going to invite him inside, but he takes a seat next to her anyway.

"The stuff in my bike won't melt or anything, right?" he asks.

"You are such a guy," she says with a laugh. "It's not ice cream. You seriously know nothing about this stuff?"

He shakes his head. "Just what we learned in school. I've seen the boxes before because they're oddly in the same aisle as the condoms, and there are so many options to choose from. They almost look like flavors, and I have no idea what to get."

"You will when you end up living with a woman who isn't your mom or sister."

"Doubt it," he says.

"You will. Trust me. Colt gets stuff for Lex. He's smart, and he knows to get chocolate or ice cream for her when he has to pick something up. We can become bears around that time of the month."

Snorting, Gavin laughs. "Oh, I'm aware. Imagine having a preteen sister. I swear, I would've put money on her being possessed by the Devil."

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