Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Shhhh, girl, your voice is loud,” I scoff.
“What did you say?” Ramona says, her eyes widening. “Did I hear what I think I just heard?”
“Oh, you heard it alright.” Poppy nods. “Hugh kissed Maggie.”
“He what?” Eve laughs, clapping her hands. “No way.”
“Stop it, you four, you’re all a bad influence!” I say, pressing my finger to my lips. “She could hear you!”
We’re sitting out the back on the large patio having a few drinks. Hugh and the guys are all joining us momentarily, and they’re going to have the club meeting here tonight so Delilah can meet everyone. She’s nervous as all heck, inside cooking up a storm, but I must say after my little talk to her the other day, she has been making more of an effort. Hugh too, I suppose. He still seems hesitant, but they have definitely relaxed around each other after he took her on a ride.
“She’s too busy fussing over her cucumber sandwiches.” Eve waves a hand. “Now, tell us everything.”
I exhale with a laugh and then we all lean in close and I tell them everything. I really like spending time with these girls, and the more I do, the more I feel like part of the family. They’re so kind and have welcomed me into their group with open arms. They’re the kind of friends you want in life. No, the kind you need.
“Oh my, you are such a nice person.” Gabby shakes her head. “I would have dropped him right there on the grass and jumped on. That would have given those rich bitches something to talk about.”
I laugh. “Tempting, but no. I’m not going to be the reason they don’t work out. I’m the nanny, that’s it.”
“Not according to Hugh.” Eve wiggles her brows. “Man is into you.”
“He needs to be into his family,” I point out.
“We all know that’s not going to work,” Poppy says, shrugging as she rubs her pregnant belly. “I say go for it.”
“He’s taken,” I say, giving her a smile. “Out of bounds.”
“You and your morals,” Gabby scoffs.
“Hey, my lack of morals nearly lost me my best friend, I’m not risking anything by doing the wrong thing again.”
Gabby knows what I’m talking about. When I slept with Rhett and then told her I didn’t, it very nearly ruined our friendship. It also gave me the biggest wake up call, because I became very aware of the kind of person I was becoming and, quite frankly, I didn’t like her. Not one bit. I didn’t like feeling the way I did and won’t go out of my way to end up there again.
Gabby reaches over and squeezes my hand.
“Well, if we can’t talk about boys, then let’s talk about rich bitches,” Ramona says, raising her glass. “Tell us everything those cows said the other day.”
I laugh, sipping my drink, and then I tell them everything.
Ten or so minutes later, the guys arrive. They have coolers full of beer and damn, when they walk into a room, they really own it. Big, powerful, and masculine, they all have a place in this world and they’re damn certain they belong in it. I love that about them. Their confidence is sky high, and they don’t let anyone take it away from them.
“Well, damn,” I say, watching as they pull up a chair. “It’s like I just won the hot lottery.”
Eve laughs. “There are a few spare, if you’re looking ...”
Hugh gives her a look.
She winks at him.
Hank, the only other single one in this close group, gives me a grin. Well, isn’t he just gorgeous.
No.
Nope.
No men.
“Oh, hi,” Delilah says, coming out with a tray full of sandwiches.
God damn, they are cucumber. Does she not know she’s serving bikers?
She looks awkwardly at the group, and Hugh stands, walking over and taking the tray off her. Thanking her as he does. Then he introduces her to everyone. They all give her a fairly warm hello, for a group of bikers, and then Eve does the right thing and offers her a drink, which she gladly takes.
I do feel a little sorry for her, this must be the strangest thing she has ever had to deal with. Coming from the world she grew up in, this is the furthest thing from normal. I check Star, who is still asleep, and then have another drink as we all get to chatting and talking. Within the hour, Delilah has relaxed and is actually laughing and joining in the conversation.
Maybe I’ve been too hard on her.
As the night draws on, I make sure I spend a few hours including Star, who gets smothered by all the girls. Then, we put her to bed. Delilah helps me, and she’s well on her way to being drunk by the time her daughter is down. She’s chatty and acting as if I’m not the scum of the earth, which is a nice change.