*Andrea*

It's been an hour since I arrived at the clubhouse, after spending that time catching up and starting to get to know the new people that I would be spending a lot of my time with and having a quick tour of the garage and clubhouse, Piney talked me into playing a game of pool with him. I smile, watching the old man pull back the cue and hit the cue ball, sending the eight balls flying into a corner pocket. "Nice job, old man," I say, sitting my cue on the table.

Piney laughs setting his cue with mine and he takes a seat on one of the couches. "I've missed you, Andy."

I take a seat beside him and lay my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. "I've missed you, too."

"How long are you going to be here for?" He questions as Opie takes a seat across from us on the other couch watching us with a beer in his hand.

"Until Opie kicks me out of his house," I say, smiling at my cousin.

Opie smiles. "I haven't seen you in 15 years, and you think I am going to get tired of having you around?"

I sit up straight and look him in the eye. "You might regret saying that. I've changed. I'm not the same sweet, innocent ten-year-old you remember."

Opie nods his head and takes a drink of his beer before looking at my hip, where my gun is resting in the holster. "I can see that," he says. "Since when did you get a gun?" He motions to my gun.

"Since my dad," I say, and he knows what I'm talking about.

"What did dickhead Jack do to you, Andy?" Piney asks angrily.

"Just a bunch of stupid shit. It stopped after I put his ass in the hospital. I got my gun when I moved out, and he kept coming to my house." I tell him.

"That is why I love you," Piney says, pulling me in for a hug before he gets up from the couch. "I'm going to head home now. Goodnight, guys."

"Goodnight." We say in unison as Piney exits the clubhouse.

Opie finished his beer and got up to go to the bathroom shortly after Piney left. Across the room, I watch as Jax is pushing away the 5th girl that has come up to him tonight, and making me laugh to myself. I sneak a glance at him and take in his features. He was a good-looking dude, that's for sure; Beautiful icy blue eyes and a friendly smile, with his sandy blonde hair that comes to his chin. He was sure easy on the eyes.

As if he knew someone was watching him, Jax meets my gaze and smirks. I quickly turned to look away, spinning the cap to my beer on the table, hoping he didn't realize I was staring. Suddenly I hear someone clear their throat. I know it has to be Jax. I look up and meet his eyes. "May I sit?" He asks, gesturing to the empty spot next to me.

"Sure." I shrug as I scoot over, giving him some more room. He takes a seat beside me and puts his arm on the back of the couch behind me.

"So, is that a 1997 Bourget Street Sweeper Sport you are riding?" He asks.

"Sure is," I answer, casting him a side glance. "She's my baby."

Jax smiles. "You're just as bad as Ope when it comes to his bike." He chuckles.

"Well, what can I say? Great minds think alike." I meet his gaze and drink the last bit of my beer.

"How old are you?" Jax questions.

"25. You?" I ask picking at the label on my empty bottle.

"I'm 30. You look like you're about 20." He says.

I laugh. "I get that a lot," I tell him. "I just know how to take care of myself."

I watch as his eyes wander down my body before landing on the gun that rests on my hip. "You also seem to know how to protect yourself."

"Sure do. I can't trust people these days. Cops don't seem to care much anymore either, so if I have to, I will take matters into my own hands." I tell him. He smiles and leans up.

"I hear that."

I look at the clock on the nearby wall; it's getting a little late. "Damn, what is taking Opie so damn long in the bathroom?" I say more to myself than Jax. He laughs before leaning back into the couch, our shoulders touching.

"He's probably taking a shit." I groan.

"He takes the longest shits," I grumble, facepalming.

"That he does, darlin', that he does." Jax agrees.

"I hope he finishes up soon, tomorrow is my first day, and I don't want to piss Gemma off. She seems pretty intimidating." I say glancing his way.

"Yeah, my mom can be like that sometimes. But she ain't that bad once you get to know her."

I sit up and turn my body completely, so I'm facing him. "Wait, Gemma is your mom?"

"Yeah, she's my mom," Jax answers with amusement in his voice.

"Wow. She looks good." I mumble to myself.

Jax leans close, putting his mouth up to my ear. "You look good." He whispers. His breath on my ear causes a shiver to run down my back and my face to warm up.

"T-thanks," my voice waivers as I look down at my lap hoping he didn't notice.

"You're welcome, Darlin'," he says as he moves away. I look up and see that he is watching me.

"What?" I question. And he shakes his head and smirks. His eyes move to something behind me, and I turn my head to see what he is looking at. Opie is standing behind me with a glare directed right at Jax. "Hey, Ope," I say as I stand up from the couch trying to distract him. "You ready to go?"

His expression softens as he turns to me. "Yeah, I'm ready. You gonna follow me on your bike?"

"Yeah," I say as I bid my goodbyes to everyone who is still at the clubhouse before leaving for Opie's house.

Donna and the kids are already in bed by the time we get there, so Opie gives me a basic tour of the house showing me the kitchen, living room, and bathroom before he shows me to the guest room then heads to bed. I quietly close the door taking in the room a decent size bed, side tables on either side and a dresser, I get some clean clothes from my bag and I make my way into the guest bathroom to freshen up and change after the long journey and once I'm in bed I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

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