Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“What are you dreaming about?”
Nothing she’d share with him. She pulled in a breath and pushed the memory of what happened in Ashton’s bed from her mind. She needed to concentrate on what was in front of her, not what was behind her.
“A customer asked me to design a unique piece for him.”
“Damn.”
“So, I’ve been trying to come up with something.” And failing since she was distracted and daydreaming more about a naked Ash than concentrating on work.
The bell jingling above the shop door had her only male employee snarling, “Oh look. Here comes the redhead.”
She didn’t have to see the newest arrival to know the “redhead” was Avery. Carl didn’t like her because Lyric’s closest club sister was loud and boisterous.
On a good day.
Carl should count his lucky stars he hadn’t seen her on a bad day yet.
The fieriness of redheads was true. Don’t cross her or her sister, Lexi, unless you wanted a sharp tongue lashing. And possibly something thrown at you.
Avery had damn good aim and would use whatever was within reach to hurl at the deserving person.
Their club brothers were pros at ducking and dodging. Sometimes they got her riled up over nothing simply to watch her temper flare. While they considered it entertaining, Lyric thought it was a dick move, and if they got beaned in the head with an unknown flying object, they deserved the bruises and more.
“Hey, girl,” Avery greeted, giving her a quick side hug.
Thankfully, her club sister was in a chipper mood. Avery was drop-dead gorgeous when she was smiling. And scary as hell when she wasn’t. But then, half her genetics were the same as Ash’s. Intolerance to bullshit was in the blood.
“Hey!” Lyric greeted back, then frowned. “Why are you here?”
It was impossible that someone spotted her going in and out of Ashton’s apartment, right?
Heaven’s Angels had been closed and the employee parking lot was hidden behind the club. That was another reason she’d picked that particular time to show up at his door.
Avery set her hands on her hips and acted offended. “I can’t come visit my bestie?”
“Sure you can. And luckily, you caught me between clients so I can give you my full attention. So, why are you here?” she asked again, spinning on her chair to face her.
Avery’s loud titter had Carl shooting daggers her way. She must have caught it because, without looking at him, she pretended to twist her raised middle finger like a lipstick tube and mimed applying that invisible lipstick to her lips while smiling even bigger.
Lyric bit back a sigh. “Carl, did you want to go take lunch?” Emphasis on the go part.
Carl did not bite back his own sigh. In fact, it was so loud the neighboring businesses probably heard it. But without saying boo, he grabbed his car keys and left.
“Good,” Avery chirped as soon as the door closed behind him. “He’s always listening in on our conversations.”
“Maybe it’s because you don’t know how to keep your voice down.”
“If I want to be heard above the noise from the tattoo guns, I can’t exactly be in here whispering, can I?”
“But you don’t have to be so loud you drown them out.”
“Well, unlike what some men think, women need to be seen and heard. Whether they like it or not, women are allowed to take up space.”
Lyric rolled her eyes, despite agreeing with what she said. Avery was all about “fuck the patriarchy.” Which was kind of messed up since the biker culture was all about it.
Avery’s personality had probably rubbed off from her mother, who was DAMC through and through but fought tooth and nail not to end up with a biker.
Spoiler alert: she ended up with a biker. Not just any biker, but Jag Jamison.
Rumor had it that both her parents bumped heads constantly before bumping uglies.
Avery grabbed Carl’s stool and rolled it over next to where Lyric sat at her drawing table.
“Settling in I see.” Lyric wasn’t going to get much work done with Avery there.
“I have important business to discuss!”
Lyric shot her a “sure you do” look.
“I do!” she spouted.
“Shouldn’t you be at the pawn shop?”
Avery flapped her hand around. “Bri asked me to run an errand.”
“Is the errand in the room with us?”
Avery practically shimmied on the stool. “Okay, so listen...”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Chill mentioned that the paperwork for Shadow Valley Enterprises is finished. Did you know that your name is listed on the application for the LLC?”
“Of course. Lily had me sign the forms for that as well as the application for the dispensary. Zane asked me if I minded having my name on the business before he even did it.” However, she didn’t know the paperwork had been finalized. That was good news for the club’s future.
“And you didn’t mind?”
“Piper and I talked about it since the LLC doesn’t only cover the dispensary. It also includes Shadow Valley Fitness, which she’ll take over managing eventually, and this shop. We both want what’s best for the club.”