Page 59 of Fang
Her eyes widen when she sees my hand securely in his.
Yeah, I’m just as surprised as you, girlfriend.
“How’s it going?” Fang asks as he takes a seat on the couch.
He pulls me down with him and wraps his arms around my waist. I’m half sitting on the couch and half on him, but it’s not uncomfortable.
“The travelers are rowdier than I would like,” a man with a pres patch says. “Who’s this?” he asks, nodding toward me.
“Oh shit, you two haven’t met yet. Cami, this is my pres Savage and his old lady Bailey.” He points to the other two guys that are next to us. “You know Loyal, or have at least seen him around the club, and this is Tiny. Guys, this is my girl, Cami.”
“Nice to meet you,” Savage says.
Tiny tips his chin toward me but doesn’t say anything.
“Hey, Cami, good to see you again,” Loyal says.
“You too,” I tell him before turning to look at everyone else. “Nice to meet you guys.”
“I am so sorry,” Bailey blurts out.
Fang’s arms tighten around me. “What are you sorry for?”
Bailey cringes, but before she can tell him what happened, I cut in.
“Nothing, just a slight miscommunication when I was looking for you. It was no big deal. Water under the bridge,” I say, looking right at her.
Her shoulders drop, and she smiles.
“Are you sure?” Fang asks quietly.
“Positive,” I tell him as I lean further into him.
“Hey, do you guys need a drink or are you good?” a guy asks as he walks up.
“I could use a beer,” Fang tells him before looking at me. “You want anything?”
“I’m good,” I tell him as the others tell the guy their orders.
“Hey, can you actually bring a bottle of water with you too when you come back?” Fang asks him when everyone is done.
“You got it,” the guy says before he walks off.
I can’t help but wonder why he offered to get us drinks. Is he a bartender for the night or something?
“He’s a prospect. We have guys who do all sorts of things to try and earn their way into the club,” Tiny says, catching me off guard. His voice is deeper than I thought it would be.
“Gotcha.” As I look at him, I can’t help but feel like I recognize him from somewhere. “Have we met before?”
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Sorry, you just look familiar,” I say, making everyone laugh.
“Probably because he looks like that one actor on that TV show that takes place in that beach town on the East Coast,” Loyal says between fits of laughter.
“The Outer Banks. He looks like that guy, Chase something.” Bailey gasps.
The tops of Tiny’s cheeks are tinged red.
