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“You think so?” I ask hopefully.

“Definitely.”

“I hope so.”

“Come on.” She starts picking up our bags. “We have one more stop to make.”

“Where?”

She gives me a cheeky grin. “Victoria’s Secret.”

We enter the store and she makes a beeline for the sexy lingerie section. She starts pulling things from the racks and tossing them at me.

“What are you doing later?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I have some laundry I need to take care of.”

“God,” she whines. “You’re sodomestic.”

“It’s that or have the Hounds do it. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want them anywhere near Gage or his things.”

“True. I thought you guys were going to move into his house?”

“He hasn’t mentioned it since then. I’m definitely going to bring it up, though. The clubhouse is okay, but we need our own space.”

“Listen to you,” she teases. “Weneedourown space. Spoken like a true old lady.”

“I’m playing the role without the official title. He keeps saying I’m his woman but with a man like him, I have no idea what that means. It could just be a step up from a Hound.”

I pick up a black lace babydoll with a corset-style back and wonder if he’ll like it. Hedidsay I’m his baby doll…

“Please, Ray. You aresofar from a Hound. If anyone should be questioning their position, it’s me.”

“Why? What’s going on with you and Ron?”

“You mean ‘Charger’?” she asks, referring to his new road name. “I swear he’s a totally different person since he was patched in.”

“How?”

“He spends all his time working on those stupid cars, and he doesn’t even talk to me anymore. All of a sudden, everything is ‘club business’.”

“Yeah. I’ve been there.”

“Gage is the president. Does he talk to you about the club? What goes on?”

“He tells me what he can.” I shrug. “The rest I just leave alone.”

“Here, try this,” she says absentmindedly as she hands me a Chantilly lace teddy that doesn’t really cover anything. “I don’t know. He’s not fun anymore. That’s the major reason I started seeing him.”

“He’s a new member, still adjusting. Give him some time.”

She turns to me, sighing heavily. “You’re right. I’m just being a big bitch.”

“Just a little one.” I giggle.

“Let’s go out later. I need some girl time.”

“Bet.”