So I waited for Huck and then the others to move outside, then I crouched down low by the ballistic steel part of the wall as I peeked out at the front window just in time to see a single bike pull into the driveway, two passengers on it. From the looks of things, one man and one woman.
There was one moment of tension before it slipped away, making the men tuck their guns away, big grins breaking out across their faces.
The woman whipped off her helmet, her wild blonde hair flowing, her beautiful face beaming as she flew off the bike, ran, and jumped up into Huck's arms.
Jealousy bubbled up in my system as Huck's arms went around her, as he whirled her in a circle, a giant smile on his face.
I wasn't a stranger to jealousy per se. I mean we all felt it day to day in our society, but feeling it about a man was pretty new to me. I guess because I hadn't really ever had a man who was truly "mine" before. Sure, I'd dated. Sure, I had feelings. But each relationship seemed doomed to fail from the jump. And a part of me always knew that.
I didn't know that about Huck.
In fact, all I felt toward what we had was hope.
Maybe because this was uncharted territory for both of us, and we were candid about that with each other, about how we didn't really know what we were doing, if we were good at this or not, but we were taking it seriously, trying to give it a chance.
So, he genuinely felt like mine.
And those arms that belonged to me were around another woman.
Anger fired off my nerve endings as I made my way toward the front door, opening it silently, moving outside, but staying where I was, shamelessly eavesdropping.
"You are a lot less banged up than the last time I saw you," the woman declared as she was put down on her feet, her hands going up to frame Huck's face, and it took a lot of willpower not to charge forward and tell her to stop touching him. "Things have been calmer?" she asked.
"Define 'calmer,'" Seeley suggested, shaking his head. "Drive-by and kidnappings, concussions, near-drownings, and bullet holes have rounded out our month."
"Damnit. I moved away at the wrong time and missed all the fun," she said, sighing.
I was starting to think I had it all wrong, that there was nothing to feel jealous or possessive about. Because even though Huck was a giant and this woman was much smaller, there were some similarities now that anger wasn't clouding my vision. The eyes, the hair—even though Huck's was several shades darker—, and even the strong jawline structure.
This woman wasn't my competition.
She was his sister.
This was Gus, in the flesh.
Which meant the man walking up behind her with the tats and the charming smile was West, a member of the Henchmen MC in Navesink Bank, New Jersey. He was from the mother chapter.
"Funny," West said, wrapping an arm around Gus's waist, pulling her into his side. "When I talked to Reign last, he said everything down here was just peachy."
"Yeah, 'just peachy,'" Huck repeated, snorting. "That sounds like something Reign would say. Look, we have it handled. If it was something that seemed worth reporting, we'd have called you guys, asked for backup. But it is just growing pains. Nothing too crazy."
"Wait a minute. Wait. A. Minute," Gus said, mouth falling open as she looked over at me. "Is that a lady friend? Does someone have a lady friend over? In the morning?"
"Gus..." Huck tried to intervene. But it was too late. She was already making a beeline for me.
"Please tell me it's Remy."
"Tell you what's Remy?" I asked, brows drawing together.
"That you're with. I mean unless you're just doing it with him casually, which is a lot less interesting."
"I'm not, ah, doing anything with Remy."
"God damnit," she snapped, sighing dramatically. "I had five-hundred on Remy. Alright, then it has to be Che. Sweet, introspective Che."
"Ah, no."
"Well, I know it's not McCoy."
"Hey, why not me?" McCoy asked.
"Because you're you and you take everything too seriously. Seeley? I mean, you're older than him, but good for you. He's got great bone structure."
"Gus..." Huck said, shaking his head even though she wasn't looking at him.
"Wait... wait," she said, smiling big. "Oh, is it Teddy? Did he finally hang up his whore badge?"