Layla’s POV
The afternoon sun sat warm over the clubhouse yard. The desert air felt calm, and the place was filled with small sounds that made the clubhouse feel like home. Kids were running near the picnic tables, a radio played old country music from someone’s truck, and the smell of grilled burgers floated from the back patio. For once, the clubhouse felt peaceful.
Most of the men had ridden out earlier with Jax. That wasn’t strange. The guys had meetings, deals, and runs all the time. When the bikes left, the place usually became quiet and slow. So it was mostly women and kids around. I sat on one of the wooden benches near the yard with Chloe beside me. In Chloe’s arms was the smallest member of the club.
Roxy’s newborn baby girl.
The baby had a full head of red hair already. Bri
