Page 2 of Up in a Blaze

Then again, it wasn’t my fault Blaze was an overprotective ogre who didn’t trust any other men around me since I was hot.

Dusty bumped my shoulder. “You still can’t believe he’s here, right?”

Looking to her, I noticed her man, Country, talking to another member, Death, who was Country’s third-in-command at the club. Both men had an unsavory past with my Blaze, but at least now they were civil to one another.

Although, the animosity at the start had been understandable. It was also the reason Blaze and I had parted ways many years ago after I found out he was involved in selling organs on the black market. The drug dealings I could have handled, as I was sure Country and Death would have as well. We just wanted no part of those shady dealings, and since he wasn’t ready to give that part of his life up, we went our separate ways.

Until now.

It may have taken years, but after we’d spoken, he had finally seen his mistake in letting me go, and of course, he quickly snagged my scrumptious self up. I mean, I was irresistible.

Smiling softly to Dusty, I shook my head. “Non, chérie, I cannot. It is a lot to me that he is here and had been willing to give those things up for me.”

She reached out, squeezing my hand. “I know. But you are a catch.”

“I really am.”

We cackled together.

Since shutting down his illegal activity, he was now paid by the Diamond MC—much to my surprise that Country had agreed—to assist their computer guy on anything the club needed.

Compared to those two, my knowledge of the digital world involved minimal information about my cell and laptop.

In the past, I had even employed someone for my florist shop to do the accounting for me. That was until Blaze took over the position. Blaze told me he didn’t want me to pay someone who had been, apparently, “ripping me off” in the first place because it was a simple task he could do with his eyes closed.

He only had a few IRS forms to complete now since I sold the shop.

His wisdom could be why Country didn’t pass up on the chance of having Blaze work under the MC. Not only could he keep an eye on my man, but the president would use Blaze’s smarts to his advantage.

“Darlin’, you want another drink?” Country asked as he and Death stood from the table. If I didn’t have Blaze, I would have continued to drool over many of the men in this club, but my attention was now and forever focused on Blaze.

Besides, a lot of the brothers in the club were big balls of intimidation.

When I’d first met Country, I’d lost count of the times where I thought he was going to kill me after I’d pretended to be Dusty’s man.

“I’ll take one, honey.” She smiled up at him.

He bent and pressed his lips to hers, then against her neck when I heard her sigh. He straightened with a smirk, taking Seth into his arms before he flicked his gaze to me.

I stared back.

He kept looking at me like he expected I knew what he wanted.

I did not read silent biker man.

Dusty laughed. “Want a refill, Henri?”

“Oh, non. Thank you. I have work later.”

See, you hired a responsible man for your business, Mr. President.

But all Country did was tip his chin up and leave for the kitchen.

“I know I asked this at the start, but how are you finding working the late hours now?” Dusty asked.

“The hours don’t bother me. The boredom might.”

Dusty groaned. “Oh no.”