“I never get tired of this,” Kendra says. She leans across me to tap Trish on the leg. “How about you, Trish?”

“I would happily watch this every day,” Trish replies.

“The women have only one rule, Lila,” Kendra says. “You’re allowed to look at the other men as much as you want, but only touch the man that belongs to you.”

“Understood,” I say, nodding. “Sounds like an excellent rule to me.”

“Now if we can only get those dumbass Sweet Butts to follow the rules,” she says with a heavy sigh. “I really wish they wouldn’t come to these get-togethers.”

I’m surprised. “They put their hands on Flint?” I ask.

From everything I’ve seen, Flint only has eyes for Kendra. Even now, he’s watching her from the other side of the basketball court.

Kendra gives me a shocked look.

“Not if they want to live to see another day, they don’t,” she says. “Our rule doesn’t stop them from flirting. Or dressing like hookers with all their goods hanging out on display. The Sweet Butts are a big part of the biker culture, so we try to tolerate them.”

“Barely,” Trish says, rolling her eyes. “We barely tolerate them. Kendra and I have come up with a devious plan to find wives for all the Steel Infidels so the Sweet Butts will eventually wither away. Someone needs to drag Sam and Toby to the altar soon because they’re the biggest draw. Would you be interested in the position, Lila? We could use some help with our plan.”

I’m not sure if Trish is being serious or not.

“We’ve just met, so I would have to say no at this point.”

“No problem,” she says. “I’ll ask you again in a week. It took me less than that to fall hard for Jesse, and things only get better every day.”

“You held out longer than I did,” Kendra pipes in. “A weekend stuck in a cabin with Flint and I was a goner. Forty-eight hours and I was head over heels in love with that man. Still am. One thing about the Mason men, when they find the girl they want, they fall hard and quick. With Flint, I realized there wasn’t any need in trying to play coy. I knew I wanted him, so I grabbed him and never let loose. And I haven’t regretted it for one moment since then either.”

“I’ll keep all that in mind,” I say, halfway wondering if she might have a valid point.

Looking at the three brothers on the basketball court, I can see how it would be very difficult for a woman to resist any of them for long.

I can’t forget why I’m here.

The referee pulls a whistle out of his pocket and blows it.