“I don’t have to guess what she saw, do I?”

 “No,” Lucky admitted. “She went psycho on me. That bitch didn’t need our help to get Fat Louise out; she could have done it herself. She damn near broke my hand before Jewell could scream at her that we were doing a scene.”

 Willa maliciously enjoyed seeing Lucky’s face turn a bright red as he struggled to find the right words to give her an explanation.

 “A scene or play is where you can enjoy fantasies in a safe environment with limits.”

 “Limits?”

 “Yes. Like, I use knives, but don’t cut. It’s about erotic play.”

 “Oh.” Willa still couldn’t imagine becoming aroused with someone holding a knife to her, but she could understand how each person had their own fantasies. Lucky had figured prominently in most of hers. With that thought, her own face blushed a betraying red.

 Lucky stared down at her, his interest caught. “Want to tell me what your fantasy is?”

 Willa laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe after we’ve been married a few years. Finish telling me what happened with Killyama.”

 “There’s nothing else to tell. I was mad as hell at being interrupted at gunpoint, and my hand hurt like fuck. I told her to get out or sit on the couch and watch. It wasn’t one of my better moments.” He winced when she hit him on his shoulder. “Don’t worry; Killyama paid me back. She told me to shove my knife up my ass, and if she heard another scream coming from my room, she would shoot and ask questions later.”

 Willa tried not to grin. “She was a little harsh,” she lied, crossing her fingers at the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist then ran her hands down his back soothingly. The woman had probably hurt Lucky’s feelings when she had threatened him.

 “I didn’t blame her. I shouldn’t have been a smartass. But it was a big knife.”

 She kissed his jawline. “She still didn’t need to be so … graphic.” She began wiggling her hips again to make him move.

 “I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore,” Lucky said grumpily.

 “Let me see if I can help you find it again.”

Chapter 28

 Lucky parked his SUV in The Last Riders’ parking lot. “We’re here.”

 Willa held her cookie jar tighter against her chest, pasting a smile on her face.

 Lucky turned to her, taking her hand in his. “We don’t have to do this, siren. We can live in your house.” It was the thousandth time he had made sure that she was willing to move. Even after he had told the deacons that he was leaving and had found a new pastor for the church, he had wanted to make sure she wasn’t having second thoughts.

 “I want to give it a try. Besides, it’s only until your house is built. As soon as Douglas is finished with my house, he can start on our new house.”

 “Douglas isn’t going to be doing our house.”

 “Why not? He’s an excellent contractor.”

 “I’m not disagreeing with you. When I texted him to set up a meeting to discuss him taking the job, he told me he already has another job lined up. I thought you would prefer to find someone who could start right away.”

 “I would,” Willa admitted.

 The sound of someone banging on her window had her jumping. She rolled her glass down.

 “You two going to sit here all day, or are you going to get out?” Rider gave her a welcoming smile as he opened the door for her.

 Willa climbed out, seeing most of the clubhouse had come out to greet them.

 After Lucky went to the back of the SUV, raising the hatch, everyone reached in to help pack the last of their belongings up to the clubhouse. The men had moved everything else the day before.

 Razer and Viper took the larger boxes, and Knox took Lucky’s two large suitcases. Willa went to pick up her make-up bag, but Jewell took it from her hand.

 “Let me help.” She shook the travel case gently. “That perfume you always wear in here?”

 “Yes,” Willa answered, not liking the gleam in the other woman’s eyes.

 “Cool.” She left before Willa could ask why she wanted to know.

 “There any cookies in that jar?” Rider asked.

 “Yes. I made them this morning.”

 “I’ll pack it up the steps for you.”

 “Be careful. That’s my grandmother’s jar.”

 “I’ll be careful,” he promised, passing Lucky and Train who were struggling to get a shelving unit out.

 “Aren’t you going to help?” Lucky asked.

 “I am,” Rider responded, lifting the lid of the cookie jar to take out a cookie then taking a large bite. “Oatmeal raisin, my favorite.” He went up the steps, shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth.

 “I’m going to kick his ass,” Lucky threatened.

 “Don’t worry. We’ve got all this,” Train grunted.

 “He’s going to eat all the cookies before I can get up there,” Lucky complained.

 Willa watched as the men unloaded the rest of their belongings, not knowing what to do. Lucky and Train were walking up the pathway to the side of the clubhouse where they would go down the side door into the basement. Lucky had told her they would be taking the large bedroom in the basement until their house could be built.

 She decided not to tag along with the men. Going up the steps, she braced herself before opening the door. They didn’t have sex out in the open during the day, did they? Willa wished she had asked Lucky that question before she came in by herself, but thankfully, the front room was empty.

 “Thank you, Lord. If you could give me a couple of days before…” Willa trailed off, unsure whether it was appropriate to ask God not to let her see any of the members have sex until she grew used to living in the house. Then she worried that God could hear her thoughts. She decided to add that question to her list—if He could hear their thoughts.

 Hearing voices in the kitchen, she went in that direction then remembered when she had come in the clubhouse with Shade. Slowly opening the door, she peeked around the corner, seeing the room filled with the members.

 Lily and Beth were putting food on the counter, Raci and Stori were cooking, and Rider was setting out drinks. Willa went through the door, enjoying the smell coming from the kitchen. The platter of fried chicken looked mouthwatering and doomed the diet she had promised to start today. Fried chicken was her weakness. She made sure she never went into the diner the day it was on special.

 “Hi, Willa.”

 Both Lily and Beth came from behind the counter to welcome her. Then Winter stood from the table, handing her a vase of flowers without meeting her eyes.

 “Thank you.” Willa blushed, remembering the last time she had seen her.

 “We all wanted you to know how much you’re welcomed and that we’re looking forward to having you live here,” Lily enthused.

 “It’s going to be really nice when we add her name to the chore list,” Rider said then winced as Ember elbowed him in the ribs.