Fanning the Biker's Flame - Piper Davenport Page 0,8
up with.”
Doc nodded, slapped me on the shoulder, then walked out the door.
“You think you can do a little diggin’ when you’re on shift?” Doom asked me.
“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Thanks, brother. Let me buy you a beer.”
I chuckled. “I think I’m gonna need to chase it with a shot.”
“You read my mind.”
I grinned and we made our way to the bar.
CHAPTER FOUR
Posey
SATURDAY ARRIVED AND I had two massage clients in the morning, but one canceled fifteen minutes before his appointment, so I not only had his non-refundable fee, I had the entire day to myself. Quin had sent me all the information for the club’s family party, and I figured I didn’t have anything else to do. Besides, I was horny, and a biker probably knew his way around a vagina.
At least, that was the hope.
I took my time getting ready, grabbed a bottle of wine from my rack, and called a rideshare since I planned to get my drink on. Sterling had sent me the quote for my kitchen yesterday and I was still reeling from the pain, so today I’d drink to forget, and deal with everything on Monday.
The car pulled up to the gates, but the Pitbull manning the front wouldn’t let my driver through, so I had to get out there and call Quin. She let out an expletive, hung up on me, then the gates suddenly swung open and a very contrite looking young biker waved me through.
I made my way down the gravel road but didn’t get far when a golf cart came barreling my way.
Quin was behind the wheel, braking within a few inches of me and grinning. “Get in.”
I did as I was told, and Quin flipped a U-turn and drove back the way she came.
“I swear to god, these new recruits are going to be the death of me,” Quin complained. “It’s family night. They know strangers might be showing up.”
“It’s fine, Quin,” I assured her. “They’re just doing their job.”
“Badger’ll take care of it.”
“Who’s Badger?”
“Sorry.” She chuckled. “Knox. My husband. His club name is Badger.”
“Ah.”
She pulled up in front of a giant barn and I could hear loud music practically seeping out of every wall.
“Come on,” Quin said, turning off the cart. “Let’s go party.”
I nodded, and followed her inside, where she took my bottle of wine and set it with the others in the kitchen. “Do bikers drink this much wine?” I asked.
Quin laughed. “Oh, honey, no. That’s for us. There’s a bar at the back of the room that has every liquor and beer under the sun. The men will probably avoid the kitchen, except maybe Doc, Otter, or Shadow. They’re a little more refined than the others.”
“Oh,” I said, but not fully comprehending what that meant.
“Do you want some wine now?”
“No, I’m good,” I said. “I should eat first.”
“Smart,” Quin said. “Come and meet everyone.”
I slung my purse over my shoulder and followed her into the great room, slamming into a hard body.
“Shit, sorry,” I said, my head craning to see who I’d accosted. “Well, hi.”
My firefighter-slash-contractor grinned down at me. “Hey.”
“Is this an apropos time to ask if you’re stalking me?” I joked, stepping back slightly in an effort not to run my hands up his chest.
He grinned and I felt my stomach flutter. “Who invited you?”
“Quin.”
“You know Quin?” he glanced her way, but she’d been stopped by Jasmine and was laughing at something.
I nodded. “We went to high school together. Sort of. I was a freshman, she was a senior.”
“You get the quote from Sterling?” he asked.
I sighed. “Unfortunately.”
“How bad?”
“Five thousand.”
“He’s givin’ you a deal,” he said.
I grimaced. “Yes, he is. Still doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”
“Oh my god, Posey, I didn’t know you knew Shadow,” Quin breathed out as she walked back to me.
“Shadow?” I asked. “I thought your name was Nolan.”
“Road name,” Shadow provided.
“Oh, like Badger,” I said.
“Yeah,” Shadow confirmed, smiling gently and turning to Quin. “I bid out her kitchen job.”
“Oh, cool,” Quin said. “You’re redoing your kitchen?”
I couldn’t stop a blush. “There was some… ah… damage.”
“Oh, no, that sucks. What happened?”
“She tried to cook a cardboard box,” Shadow retorted.
“Okay, I didn’t try to cook a cardboard box,” I ground out. “I just didn’t realize you were supposed to take the stuff out of it before putting it in the oven.”
“But you know that paper burns, right?” Shadow teased.
I crossed my arms. “Okay, you can shut it now.”
He grinned and I straightened my shoulders in an effort to shake off my