walked out of the hallway into view, slipping his vest on.
The music quieted. He waited until Ringtail caught sight of him, then motioned him outside.
His MC brother raised his brows. "What's up?"
"You were scheduled to work tonight at Promise. Hammer wanted you there an hour ago."
"Fuck, man. I lost track of time." Ringtail moved to go back into the house.
He grabbed Ringtail's leather. "Forget her, and go."
"I'm grabbing my smokes."
Whip let him go, waiting to make sure he got his ass on the road and headed toward Promise. This was the last time he'd bail him out. The next time Ringtail forgot to show up to work, he was on his own, and Priest could dock his damn pay.
Ringtail walked down the hallway out of sight. Less than twenty seconds later, another woman strolled into the living room. Whip took in the other girl, her hair wrapped in a towel, obviously coming from the shower.
No wonder his MC brother couldn't keep track of time trying to entertain two women.
The woman glared at him. He cocked his head, wondering about the animosity directed toward him. He hadn't done anything. All he was doing was looking, and the last time he checked, that wasn't illegal.
"You." She crossed her arms and approached the door. "What are you doing here?"
Lost to what he'd done to piss her off, he took in her breasts, jiggling against her shirt, and a surge of interest took hold of him.
She stopped, lifted her arm, and slammed the door in his face. He rocked back on the heels of his boots. The only way he would leave was if Ringtail got his ass out of the house and went to the bar.
The door opened again. Ringtail slipped a cigarette in his mouth. "Sorry about that, brother. The chicks are fighting something crazy. I've never seen two sisters hate each other that way."
"You don't have time for that shit. Ride like hell. Promise is overflowing." He walked toward the driveway, following his MC brother. "You'll be lucky if Priest doesn't rip you a new asshole."
"I hear you, bro," mumbled Ringtail, stopping at his bike. "I'm going."
Behind him, a woman shouted. He looked over his shoulder. In the doorway, the two women argued.
Ringtail hesitated. Out of patience, Whip lifted his chin. "Just go."
Whatever was going on inside wasn't any of Ringtail's business. Tarkio came first.
The roar of the Harley muted the argument. Whip stayed out of Ringtail's way until he rode off. Then, he walked out to his Harley.
The two boys were hunkered down beside his motorcycle, looking at the chrome. He walked toward the kids as they caught sight of him, and scrambled to stand before he reached them.
"You're off duty." He sat on his bike and grabbed his helmet.
"How old do you have to be to ride one of those?" The oldest boy pointed at the motorcycle.
"Fifteen years old when you get a license." He put on his helmet, leaving the strap dangling. "Then, you'll need to wait three more years until you're strong enough to hold up the bike."
"It's heavy?"
"Yep." He caught movement in the driveway and lifted his head.
The woman with the towel wrapped around her hair lugged a suitcase down the driveway. He eyed her legs, having not noticed they were bare under her long t-shirt before the door slammed.
"Hey, boys? Why don't you go help that lady with her bag?" He never took his eyes off her. "See if she needs help."
The kids ran off, quick to do his bidding.
At the door of the house, the other woman threw a sack outside. A hairbrush went scattering across the broken concrete.
The woman, in her hurry to gather her things, bumped into one of the boys. The towel on her head came undone, spilling her hair.
Blonde hair.
Whip's chest tightened. He recognized her from somewhere.
She snatched up the towel, took the sack from the kid, and stomped to the car parked in front of his motorcycle, completely ignoring him.
At the driver's door, she dropped everything and turned in a circle, patting her hips as if searching for something. Then, she dropped to her knees and opened her suitcase. Whip craned his neck, appreciating the sexy sight in front of him.
The two boys giggled, pointing at her. He let them have their fun. No matter the age, any male would enjoy two sweet cheeks peeking up at him.
She remained oblivious to baring her backside to the neighborhood. When she straightened, she rushed to get into the car. Before he