The Biker's Fate Chapter 311

I grinned. "I would love to say the same thing, but I don't know how mean you're going to be to me yet."

"Good instinct." She hugged Poppy. "You're going to join too, right?"

Poppy shrugged. "Sure. But I'm not sure how rusty I am."

"Don't worry. You'll pick it up," Cassidy said. "We'll start in fifteen."

We sat on the floor, and I pulled out my toe shoes.

"In other news..." Poppy grabbed her phone. "I think I found the perfect bridesmaid dress."

Poppy and Tillie were my bridesmaids, and I'd told them as long as they chose royal blue, I didn't care about the style. She held her phone in front of me, and I clapped my hands in excitement. She'd chosen an A-Line, one-shoulder, knee-length dress in charmeuse lace, and it had a satin ribbon around the waist. It was exactly Poppy.

"It's perfect, Poppy." I slid my shoes on. Once I'd laced them tight, I flexed to make sure I could still move.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yes, I love it. Get it."

"I did."

"Awesome!" I exclaimed. "I can't wait to see it in person."

"I'm so excited for you guys."

I sighed. "Me too. I'm still a little nervous about a big shindig, but I'm getting more excited as we get closer."

"You should," Poppy concurred. "It's going to be so much fun, and you'll be surrounded by all your favorite people."

"This is very true." I reached over and squeezed her hand. "Thanks, Poppy."

"Anytime."

"I'm late, I'm late, I'm late," Grace sang as she jogged over to us and flopped onto the floor.

She looked gorgeous... but I didn't know a time when she didn't. Her long, dark hair was pulled into an intricate braid that wrapped one side of her head and over the front of her right shoulder.

"You're fine," I assured her. "We're not starting for another ten minutes."

Digging in her bag, she pulled out her toe shoes and tugged them on. We were able to do a few stretches before Cassidy banged her cane on the floor, indicating it was time to begin.

"I'm dying," Grace breathed out as she flopped on the floor by our bags. We'd just finished the toughest workout on the planet.

I giggled, sitting down a little slower. "Right there with you, babe."

Poppy sat down beside Grace and tore off her shoes as though they were burning her feet. "Remind me again why I'm doing this..."

"To stay limber for riding," Grace and I answered in stereo.

"Well, I'm an idiot," Poppy complained.

"Keep at it," I encouraged. "You'll get used to it again."

Motion at the double doors distracted me and then Poppy's rare use of "Fuck" had me giving her a sympathetic smile. Devon was standing with Flea, watching us.

"I can only assume Flea is the reason he's here," Poppy hissed.

"If you didn't call him, then probably," I said.

"He is still so, so hot," Grace said, her voice breathy.

"He is not hot," Poppy snapped. "He's a pain in the ass."

"He can't be hot and a pain in the ass?" Grace challenged.

"Suck it, Gracie."

Grace laughed, drawing attention from Poppy's stalker. He raised an eyebrow in our general direction, and Poppy groaned. "Sid dropped me off, so it would appear he's not picking me up. I'm going to have to drive home with the dumbass."

"You can ride with me," I offered.

"Yes, please," she said immediately.

"We could always go out," Grace suggested. "Dinner and drinks?"

"That sounds fun." I grinned. "But maybe not the drinks. I'm driving."

Poppy grinned. "I'll just go tell the stalker to head home."

"Good luck with that," I said and grabbed my phone. I texted Maverick and let him know what we were doing, offering to bring him something home, food-wise. He was working for another hour, so I wasn't sure I'd even hear from him for a while. I was surprised when my phone pinged, and he'd texted: Food would be appreciated, baby. Thanks. Take Flea with you.

I shook my head. Like I'd have the choice not to take Flea with me.

"Oh, this isn't going well," Grace whispered.

I followed her gaze and instantly felt sorry for Poppy. Devon's arms were crossed, and he was leaning close. His expression was blank, but his eyes said it all. He wasn't happy about whatever Poppy was saying. Flea, on the other hand, appeared to be trying not to laugh.

"Let's go save her," I said and rose to my feet.

Grace scrambled up, and we headed into the fray.

"So anyway," Poppy said, "I don't need you to take me home. Lily's going to."

"No," Devon said. Well, no, that was not right. It was more of a grunt.

"We're going to stop at the Waterfront for dinner," Grace piped in. "We'll be a while."

"I'm sure you have stuff to do, Dev," Poppy said, her voice sweet. "I'll be good with Lily and Grace."

"I'll take you," Devon said.

"I've got her," I countered, knowing full well I was poking the bear.

He smirked. "Respect, Lil, but she's coming with me."

"Respect, Dev," I mimicked, "but she's coming with me." I grabbed Poppy's hand and tugged her toward the car.

As soon as I released her hand to hit the key fob and unlock my car, Devon was on her. He had his arm around her waist and moved her toward his truck before I could say anything.

Reflexes like a cat, that one.

But I was a ballerina, dammit, so I jumped in front of them. "Nice try."

Poppy giggled and tried to pull away from Devon, without success.

"Lily," Devon growled.

"Yes, Devon?"

"Poppy's coming with me."

I sighed. "Buddy, I get that you're protective, but if you haven't noticed, we're grown women and can quite safely get from point A to point B without a big strong man helping us do it. I understand the current climate with the Spiders, but Flea's here; he's following us, and he will hang out at the restaurant, so you're off the hook. Go do something. Hang with your family. Whatever. I'll drop Poppy home in a couple of hours."