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That was weird to say to a stranger. The blonde looked serious, even smiling. Ruby didn’t know her from Adam, but she believed her sentiment. She found herself nodding.

"I'm sorry, who did you say you were again?"

"Crap. Where are my manners? I swear there's enough smoke in there to choke an elephant. I came out for some fresh air, it made my head all fuzzy." she laughed. "I'm Zara."

"You're one of the RS groupies?"

Zara burst out laughing. Ruby arched a questioning brow. "Oh, the boys will get such a kick out of that. I'm Rider's girlfriend. Or his old lady, as those cavemen call it, they do love claiming their shit, I’m surprised he hasn’t tattooed his stamp on my forehead while I sleep." Every word was spoken with affection laced through her voice Ruby figured being claimed didn't seem to bother her one bit. "Or,sortof old lady." She amended. "We're not married. He keeps asking."

Huh. Now she just had to ask.

"You haven't said yes?"

Zara chuckled and sipped again, shaking her head. "Not yet. We're good as we are, I keep telling him we don't need a piece of paper. He's persistent, he tries to catch me at weak moments. Sneaky biker-man."

"The infamous RS front man and you turn down his marriage proposal?" Ruby began to grin, liking this girl. She'd thought this oversharing woman was a little drunk at first, now she was liking her style keeping her man on his toes.

"Oh god. Please don't let him hear you call him infamous. I'll never hear the end of it, the biker-man has an ego on him, like something huge."

"Hm. Yeah. I get that. they all do." She was thinking of Preacher and his giant...ego. "I'm Ruby, by the way."

"Hi. Nice to meet you. Who are you here to see, if you don’t mind my asking? You have that blind date stunned look about you."

"I'm not. It's not like..." Zara smiled knowingly at her, Ruby went with the truth. "Asher Priest. He goes by Preacher. Though I haven't decided to go in yet, so..."

"Oh. Preacher!" She squealed.

"Is that good? A warning? Help a sister out, will you? I’m thinking this is a bad idea on a monumental scale. I talked myself out of it so many times, I have no idea how I got here, I don’t even remember the drive."

"He is cute, isn’t he? In a man-eating grizzly bear kind of way. I will tell you. I am dramatically in love with my biker-man, so there's no question about that, but this one-time Preacher took off his shirt after work, and I swear my ovaries kicked a little. It was all bump-bump-bump. Like eight of them! And that deep V."

Zara chuckled pointing towards her torso, and Ruby felt her own ovaries stand to attention with a little territorial jealousy. "I kept my Rider busy for the rest of the afternoon, he was useless to anyone for the whole night. That was a good day."

Zara sighed dreamily and rose lithely, tossing the cup into a tall oil can by the door. "He's a good man.

Far too handsome for his own good. Have a great time, Ruby, these bikers have a way of surprising the hell out of you when you least expect it. It was nice to meet you, hope to see you again. Now I have to go and find someone infamous to dance with."

How bad could the party be if some tiny blonde pixie belonged with those bikers? Ruby rounded her shoulders, waited five more minutes, toing and froing and then walked inside, letting the noise and smoke envelop her.

It was like walking into another world where Neanderthals ruled and women were meat.

Her pulse picked up, started hammering in every part of her body, spotting him towering above everyone almost immediately, his familiar stubbed ponytail on top of his head, looking sexier than ever, he wore his leather vest over a long -sleeved shirt and his denim encased the longest legs. Her heart went into overdrive.

And as if he’d been looking out for her, too, his eyes came at her. Held. Compelled her to walk and walk towards him. His gaze, weightier and sharper than the gazes of other men there.

That all-seeing green gaze. She began to crave and it pulsed deeper the closer she got.

This is it. Don’t get scared now. As Kevin McCallister would say. But Ruby was piss-her-pants scared and horny at the same time.

She walked on. It was as if her hearing had tuned out everything but the thump of her heart, the sound of her heels and the way her body demanded she get over to Preacher in the fastest possible time.

Needy greedy vagina.

Ruby walked a little faster and watched his smirk grow and grow.

Your sex better be worth it, Preacher man.

CHAPTER TWELVE