“I’m out, chickadee. I tried.” “My momma can handle herself fine.” She shrugs. “I don’t think she’s gonna be upset about three hot bikers fightin’ over her attention.” I peer down at her. “Three hot—what?” She widens her eyes, mocking me. “What?” “We should stay at a hotel.” “And leave her unsupervised? I don’t think so.” “Hey, at least I listen.” Steer holds up his hands. “Thank you, brother.” “I’ll wait until they fuck shit up and make my move then.” “That’s touching.” Shelby glares at him. “Thanks.”
