RYDER
Beside me, Logan immediately reached for his glass of water, probably to hide the expression on his face or maybe to stop himself from laughing.
Mrs. Scott stared at me suspiciously. The look she gave me made it clear she didn’t believe a word.
“No one has ever seen the President of Raven’s Club with a woman.”
I tilted my head slightly. “Maybe you haven’t been paying enough attention.”
The old woman scoffed. “Bikers don’t hide their old ladies.”
“Being a club president comes with enemies.” I held her gaze. “Maybe I keep mine out of sight because I don’t want a target painted on her back.”
She pushed her chair back and slowly rose to her feet, picked up her purse and slung it over her shoulder. “Arrange a meeting.”
I frowned.
“A meeting?”
She nodded. “Between me and your old
