Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

I’d barely made it halfway through my meal when the guys walked in.

Logan was dressed all in black, looking every bit the future Alpha. Leonard wore a blue silk shirt paired with black pants, while Samuel had opted for a white button–down with the sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular forearms. Keira was there too, stunning in a red satin dress that complemented Logan’s outfit perfectly.

“Wow, boys, you clean up nice,” Ama commented with obvious appreciation.

Leonard preened at the compliment. “You too, Ama. You’ve already got my blood pumping.”

“Roll up your sleeves,” Ama suggested to Leonard, eyeing his arms.

“Help me?” Leonard asked, extending his arms toward her with a flirtatious smile.

Samuel leaned against my counter, his gray eyes lingering on my chest. The tension between us was palpable.

“See something you like?” I teased, meeting his gaze directly.

“Maybe,” he replied, his voice low and husky.

Logan approached the counter then, but I wasn’t worried about him overhearing. He’s used to the flirting between Samuel and me by now. He probably knows we hook up occasionally, but we’ve never talked about it.

“Looks like the paint job is done. Looks good,” Logan observed, clearly noticing Ryder’s Harley sitting in the shop. “More modifications to come?”

I grabbed a Coke from the mini–fridge, popped it open one–handed, and took a swig

before answering. “Still need to do the exhaust and suspension.”

Ten minutes later, I balled up my napkin and tossed it into the empty container. “I’m done eating. Let’s go!” I announced, carrying my trash to the bin and wiping down the table with a wet napkin. On my way out, I grabbed my ID and keys from the drawer behind the

counter.

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Although I didn’t actually need ID. I handed mine to Logan anyway. He tucked it into his wallet while Leonard took Ama’s.

After locking up the shop, I jogged to the dumpster in my heels. “Holy shit, these heels are killing me!” I complained as we all piled into the SUV.

The club was actually owned by Logan and me, though we operated under different names. No one knew for sure that we were the owners, which was exactly how we wanted

1. it.

We’d built it on human territory, making it neutral ground where all packs could gather. We had strict rules against fighting, so aside from the occasional drunk troublemaker, it was a peaceful place: