The boys were out. Amber knew they got the money from some rich guy in Charming but she had no clue why he would put the money up for a bunch of outlaws. She didn't ask questions, she was just happy to see Tig. Juice was in hospital after an attack in the prison. Between visiting him and Chibs she may as well have moved in.
Since County a rift was visible forming in the club. She guessed it had been there long before her arrival but now it was obvious. Jax and Clay had come to blows, both still covered in bruises. And Tig, he was more emotionally twisted than ever.
"I have a feeling today is going to be a busy day," Tig sighed as Amber put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him.
"Get that into you while I go shower," she paused a moment, looking at him as he just stared at the plate then slowly picked up his fork.
She stood directly under the water, it was probably a little too hot but she needed it. She had had no expectations of some romantic post prison reunion between her and Tig. She hadn't even expected him to show up on her door step last night after being released but she had to admit she was disappointed he didn't tell her how much he had missed her and how he was glad to be out and with her.
Amber had always had a guy in her life telling her what to do. When her father died her uncle took over, when he was arrested her cousin took over and after his arrest she attached herself to guy after guy. Some treated her like shit and beat her and some tried to turn her into a "proper lady" but she never let them change her or break her, she never let their opinion of her get to her and she never got attached. Until now. Until Tig.
Some would say she was a slut or that she had daddy issues. Some would say she had inherited her mother's mental issues but she knew it was nothing to do with any of that. It was just who she was. She was strong but submissive, independent but social, she didn't need a man she just wanted a man.
Tig didn't really feel like eating but he figured he should try to have something considering Amber had gone to all that trouble. By the end of the meal he was happy that he had because it was the best bacon and eggs he had ever had and it had put him in a much better mood.
Amber was off in another world enjoying the heat when the shower door opened giving her a massive fright. She slipped and then overcorrected trying to get her balance and slipped again bracing herself for the pain of hitting the shower floor. The pain never came, instead she fell into Tig's arms and he steadied her on her feet.
"Tig! Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?"
"Yeah, that way I could give you mouth to mouth," he covered her mouth with his but pulled back seconds later.
"God dam it Amber, are you seriously laughing at me right now? I'm in here trying to be fucking romantic or some shit and you're laughing?" His pride was a little hurt. He had genuinely felt like he was being romantic by joining her in the shower and she was making him feel like a tool. He pushed the shower door open rather aggressively and walked out of the box.
"Tig, I didn't mean to laugh, that was just a cheesy line, I'm sorry."
He grabbed the only towel and left the bathroom leaving her with just her silk dressing gown which she chucked on and followed him down the hall. When she got to the living room he was putting his clothes on even though his body was still partially wet.
"Tig, come on, I'm sorry. Where are you going?" he was out the door and on his bike with her close behind.
It wasn't until he was on his bike that he even bothered to look at her. She looked slightly pathetic. Her dressing gown was soaking wet and clinging to her body leaving nothing to the imagination, her hair was dripping and she was biting her bottom lip.
"Get inside woman," and he was off.
"Moody little shit," she said to herself and headed inside just in time to hear her phone ringing.
"Hello Amber speaking,"
"It's Gemma," no hello, how are you.
"What can I do for you?" Don't get bitchy, Amber told herself, be nice to this woman.
"Having a potluck at our house tonight, bring a salad or something," Gemma hung up.
Was that an invitation or an edict?
She really couldn't figure out where she fitted into the club. She wasn't an old lady, certainly not a croweater, she wasn't even a sweetbutt because she didn't take care of any of the boys except Tig, Juice and Chibs and she certainly didn't do anything to maintain the club house.
"Don't need a label to belong," she told her Care Bear.
Just a bit of blah.