Page 26 of Rebel's Fairytale

The prospect shrugged. “This time? Eleven months and seven days.”

That surprised Rebel. He would have said six or seven months. Then again, a lot had happened over the past year, and time was something they hadn’t been tracking as well as they usually would. The Howlers had been too worried about safety to worry about what month was at the top of their calendars. He would have to bring it up to Axle, since the prospect was close to the year mark where they usually made a decision on whether or not to patch them in.

Rebel reached out and gave the man a pat on the back. “Thanks for the advice.”

“Sure, Rebel. Yeah.”

The pride on his face solidified it for Rebel. He was trying to be as helpful to the Howlers as he could. It was obvious he just wanted to be part of the team. That loyalty and brotherhood was what the Howlers were about. Add in the fact that he was the biological brother of their club brother, Brute, and he probably should have already patched in.

Making a mental note to bring it up to Axle, Rebel stepped out from behind the bar and made his way down the hall to Axle’s office. He’d do the rundown with Axle, mention the prospect, and head home to take a shower before Ruby arrived for dinner.

Bri

Bri had an hour before she had to be to Rebel’s house for dinner, and she had yet to decide on her outfit. Standing at the foot of her bed, she stared down at the options laid out there. She could go with her navy wrap dress with a knee-length hem. It made her eyes pop. Or she could go with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a loose-fitting white V-neck tee, and her wine-colored asymmetrical zip leather.Hmm… choices.

Readjusting the sash on her light blue satin robe, she contemplated those choices. The dress gave off work vibes, and the last thing she wanted was to feel like she was at work while she was sitting at Rebel’s table. Although it complimented her curves and accentuated her eyes, it just didn’t seem like the right pick.

The other outfit was comfy and more relaxed than her usual attire. Besides, it was starting to get chilly at night, so the jeans and the jacket would help in that area. Not to mention, it would be in line with what Rebel and his cousins would most likely be wearing. She did not want to be the only dressed up one in attendance.

She tried to picture Rebel in a suit, but all it did was make her dissolve into a fit of giggles. Bri didn’t think Rebel would be in a suit anytime in the near future, but that was okay with her, because he looked delicious in a pair of jeans and a Henley.

Decision made, she grabbed the dress and hung it back in the closet. After putting on herAwesomesauceplaylist, Bri started shimmying and shaking her way around the room as she got ready for her date.

She decided on a natural make-up look. Besides a little shimmer on her eyes and the color on her lips, she stuck with the neutral tones. On her lips, she used a tad darker shade of red lip-stain than she would normally wear with a clear gloss. Bri left her hair down in the vein of keeping things casual. For footwear, she went for the spicier side and slipped her feet into a pair of black, stiletto-heeled ankle boots.

Looking over her outfit in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door, she grinned. She looked damn good. Feeling hot and excited, she grabbed her small, black clutch and her keys, and headed for the door.

The drive to his place didn’t take long. Like everything else in Warden’s Pass, it was less than ten minutes away. Checking her phone to make sure she had the right address, she nodded to herself when it was confirmed.

She was in the right place, wearing an outfit that made her feel sexy, and in the house in front of her was the sweet, sexy, intelligent biker that had made her heart race with a look.

You got this, Bri.Why was she so damn nervous? She knew Rebel liked her at the very least. It was just dinner. Dinner wasn’t a forever commitment, so why was she just sitting in the damn car staring at the door?Dammit, Bri.Taking a deep breath, she threw the car door open and stepped out. Shutting the door on her car, she looked up at the house and butterflies erupted in her stomach. Then she finally made herself move.

Making her way up to the front porch, she smiled as she saw the front door open and the twins looking out of the screen door at her. They smiled back at her and one of them swung the door open. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was Ryker.

As Ryker swung the door open, Ross put his index finger to his lips in ashhmanner. Bri didn’t know what was going on, but she decided to go with it. She pressed her lips together and gave the twins a nod.

She followed them into the house, and Ryker closed the door behind her. Bri looked around the room, taking in the dark wood tables and the deep brown leather couch and chairs. It was definitely a masculine household, but it was clean, if a bit sparse. There wasn’t much in the form of decoration. It was obvious that he had focused on making sure the necessities were provided, though.

Across the space was the kitchen and dining area. Separating one from the other was a large island with a few stools pushed up to one side. From what she could see from where she was standing, the kitchen looked to be pretty updated, but it was as sparse as the living room. She didn’t see any personality in his space. Making a note to ask him about it, Bri followed the twins to the island and took a seat on one of the stools.

Ross moved over to the other side of the island and began preparing the asparagus to go on the grill. Ryker was doing the same with cut up potatoes.

Ross shouted out, “Your dress Henley is perfect! Your hair is perfect! And I’m sure your jeans are perfectly pressed and hug your ass perfectly! Come out of the damn bathroom!”

In an attempt to keep her presence a surprise, Bri whipped a hand up to her mouth. It was the only way to stop the snort of laughter that had worked its way through her.

They heard a door swing open right before Rebel’s voice rang out. “Keep it up, and I’m kicking your ass! It’s not child abuse once you’re eighteen! The most I’d get would be a month of… Oh. Hey.” Rebel stopped at the mouth of the hall and stared at her.

Smiling at him, she gave a wave.

“I didn’t… You’re… They didn’t… You’re here.”

“Wow.” Ross shook his head. “It’s his intelligence that does it for you, isn’t it?”

Rebel took a few steps into the room, reached out, and gave the back of Ross’s head a smack. “I’m glad you’re here.” He rounded the island and approached her.

“Fucking, ow,” Ross grumbled.

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