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Her eyes dart from my face, to the hall, and her shoulders start to relax when they land on Switch. Standing larger than life with a grin on his face as Jules scowls at him, Juno mirroring his expression.
“I see you have help already. But if you need anything, anything at all,” I rummage in my purse for a pen and paper, which given my job, it’s actually a donut shaped sticky note and a cherry scented pen, and scribble my number on it before handing it over.
She reaches for it, but instead of taking the paper, she lays her hand over mine. “Thank you,” she whispers, “My name is Joy.”
“Jasmine, but my friends call me Jazz.”
“It’s been a long time since I had friends,” she smiles sadly.
“Not anymore, Joy.”
She nods once before looking back at Switch. I know him well enough to notice the tightness in his jaw when he looks at Joy and her daughter, the steel in his eyes before he hides it, stooping a little as if to make himself appear smaller, less scary. He even softens his booming voice when he calls her name.
Joy stands slowly, giving me a little wave before taking her daughter’s hand and moving down the hall to Switch’s room.Jules watches them walk past with an even deeper frown on his face as Vi looks fit to burst into laughter over his antics at any moment.
It amuses me how perfect for each other Jules and Vi are. On paper they make no sense, seeing as they’re both a little grumpy. Well, grumpy and grumpier. But it works for them. Not for the first time I wonder if perhaps there is a perfect man out there for me, who will love me warts and all.
“Hey, Jazzy Jazz, what had you tearing into the clubhouse like your booty was on fire?” Vi asks, a smirk on her face as she comes to a stop in front of me and Mom.
“How do you know that?” I ask, face screwed up in confusion.
Vi pops her hip, “Really? You’re going to ask me how I know that when you know for damn sure the clubhouse is full of gossips?”
My head falls back on my shoulders as I groan up at the ceiling.
“Besides, I heard from a little birdy that Fox and Nitro were making their move today,”
“What!?” I screech before slapping a hand over my mouth, giving the people in the waiting room apologetic looks. Once I’m sure I can keep my volume down I cup my mouth around my hand, leaning toward my sister, “Who the hell told you that?!”
She gives a look as if I’m dumb. “They spent over an hour clogging up the main clubhouse bathroom while they shaved and did their hair. Nitro spent longer because he has a thicker beard. Which led to him having an argument with Rider who thinks his beard is more ‘luxurious’.” She says the last part in air quotes.
“Um, so? Maybe they just like to look good?”
“The only place they had to be today was your classroom. So, big sister, did the Hottie Twins make a move?” Vi ignores Jules growl at her calling Fox and Nitro hotties.
My eyes dart to mom who looks fit to damn well burst with her wide grin on her face, hands clasped together like she’s praying to Jesus with all her might. Weird for a mom to want her daughter to date a bi couple.
“Fine, yes, they did but asfriends.”
“Friends?” Mom screeches before apologizing to everyone in the waiting room and giving them all my tragic single woman story.
Vi stares at me as she pulls her phone from her back pocket.
“What are you doing, babe?” Jules asks, side eyeing his woman.
“Calling in reinforcements.” she grins, bringing the phone to her ear.
“Not the Love Pres,” Jules groans, Juno copying him in her little voice.
Mom stands next to Vi, both their grins maniacal. Looks like the only date I have in the near future is with the Love Pres.
Chapter 13
Fox
“Don’t even think about sitting down or fucking about, I need all hands on deck,” Marx growls as Nitro and I enter the clubhouse. He narrows his eyes at me, then Nitro, then looks us up and down. “What the fuck happened to you two?”
I look down at my good jeans, no holes, rips or fading, my navy button up and my clean boots. I don’t even turn to look at Nitro because he’s wearing his dark pants that make his thighs look phenomenal, and a clean, crisp white shirt with the top few buttons undone. We look hot as fuck, but also incredibly dressed up.
