Danny chuckled, "How much dirt does she have on you two?" he asked, sitting down in an armchair.
Jax flopped onto the sofa next to Opie and scrubbed his hands over his eyes, "Enough," he said.
Opie watched Danny carefully for a minute, studying him.
"What branch of the service were you in?" he asked after a minute.
Danny looked surprised; no one could really tell he was in the military.
"Marines," he said, blinking.
Opie nodded, "That explains a lot," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"Lee's drawn to two types of people, military types and bad asses. You look too clean cut to be a bad ass, so I figured; military."
They could hear laughter coming from behind the closed doors and the three men smiled, each for their own reasons.
"So, how'd you meet Leelee?" Jax asked Danny seriously.
"I met her on her first trip to Vegas after getting signed with Paramore," Danny said, "Only reason I met her really was my wife, Mary. First Vegas trip, no idea what you're doing; you get the picture. Anyway, Mary introduced her to me and when she found out I was in the military she asked me if I knew Ed Deline. I thought she was kidding, because Ed runs this place. So, I take her on up to his office to see him, completely shocked when she jumps into his arms like his daughter would and calls him 'Uncle Ed.' After that, it was like having a bratty little sister around the place on her vacations from school."
"I'm not a brat Daniel," Leanna said, opening the door to her bedroom and stepping out, Donna behind her.
She'd changed from her concert clothes and into a pair of dark, skintight jeans and a peach camisole with black lace. She completed the outfit by pulling her hair up in a complicated fashion, held in place by what looked like a pair straight clips, and wearing a pair of black leather boots and a denim jacket.
"Hell you aren't," Danny returned, standing, "Go change," he said, pointing to her room.
Leanna put a hand on her hip and glared at him, "I need to break your finger again?" she asked, "And I will not change."
"Lee," Danny started, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Danny," she said, walking over to him, "I will be fine. Me and Donna have Jax and Opie and if I really need it," she bent down and lifted the left leg of her jeans to show Danny the knife sheath that was in her boot, "the KABAR Uncle Ed gave me on my eighteenth birthday." She brushed her pants down and stood straight, pushing back a stray curl that hung by her ear, "So stop worrying Danny," she smirked, kissing his cheek.
Danny rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "Ed's gonna kill me," he muttered.
Leanna laughed, "Danny, I'm twenty-four years old, not four. He's not going to kill you for the way I dress."
Opie and Jax had stayed silent for the exchange, Opie's eyebrow lifting when he saw the knife sheath in her boot.
"Lee, lemme see that?" he asked.
Leanna shrugged and bent down again, releasing the knife from its sheath and walking over to hand it to Opie, hilt first. Jax stood and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Baby, I think I gotta agree with the Marine here. Go change," he whispered in her ear.
Leanna frowned, "Why?" she asked.
Jax kissed her cheek, "Cause if you don't, you and I aren't leaving this room," he whispered huskily.
Leanna moaned softly as her eyes fluttered shut and she dropped her head onto his shoulder.
"Deal with it," she whispered back, pulling away.
Jax growled and saw Leanna's eyes dancing with laughter and challenge.
"You sure you know how to handle that knife?" Opie asked, handing it back to her.
Leanna just smirked, took the knife by its hilt and spun around, letting the knife fly out of her hand. Her aim was accurate, and deadly. There'd been a bowl of fruit on the counter where she'd released the knife to, and sitting on top, a Red Delicious apple, her favorite kind. The knife hit the center of the apple and toppled the entire bowl to the floor.
"Asked, and answered," Opie said, awe in his voice.
Leanna walked over and picked everything up off the floor, pulling her knife from the apple and wiping it off on a towel that had been sitting next to the bowl of fruit. She then walked over to the couch and placed her boot on the coffee table in front of it, pulling up her pant leg to re-sheath the knife.
"Any other questions or objections?" she asked, tugging her jeans back over her boot.
When none of the men said anything, Leanna smiled, "Good."