Page 103 of His Loyal Rebel

"Tarkio is big. I've been to a few weddings, but mostly the parties afterward." He stood beside her. "Make sure I get a corner piece on that cake. I need all that frosting to keep up my strength. I have more to do today."

The knife shook in her hand, only imagining what he planned to do to her. "Do your plans include me?"

He put his arm around her lower back and squeezed her hip. "As soon as possible."

She cut the first piece and gave it to him. Once she finished slicing another piece, Josie, Faye, and Nicole stepped forward and took over the job of feeding the others.

Catching sight of Amy standing underneath the clump of birch trees with Brandy and Lynette, she reached out for Whip's vest. "You invited my friends from work?"

"I thought you'd like them here. Plus, a guy named John from Aunt Jean's Pie Shoppe made the cakes for you." He kissed her forehead, taking her plate from her. "Go ahead and go see them. We need to get this party moving, so they'll all go home."

"I'll be quick." She hurried around the table and weaved her way through congratulations and hugs from everyone attending the party.

Never having a reliable home life, she'd refrained from going out with her coworkers. To have them here meant a lot to her.

Amy hugged her. "Congratulations! How was the wedding?"

"Quick." She looked down at her shirt and shorts. "It took the Justice of Peace five minutes to make it legal, but it was perfect for us."

"I'm happy for you." Amy looked around and grinned. "I think we've stepped into a biker rally."

She laughed. "You'll get used to them."

Brandy leaned closer, giving Twyla a hug, and said, "How many are single?"

"A lot." She raised her brows. "Just introduce yourself. They're friendly. I promise."

Lynette hugged her. "You look radiant."

She put her palms on both cheeks. "I feel like I've been smiling all day."

"You deserve it," said Amy.

Callie walked past with her arms loaded with presents and grinned. Twyla excused herself from her friends and hurried to catch up to Kent's old lady.

"Let me help you." She took the top two wrapped gifts off the stack. "You guys shouldn't have bought presents. The furniture the club gathered up for us was more than enough."

"Most of the furniture came from storage." Callie stopped. "Tracy had her parents' things put into storage after she got together with Rick. She knew Whip would want them after he got out of prison."

Her eyes widened at the news. "I didn't know."

The furniture was in good shape. She assumed the members had donated them.

She walked with Callie, finally spotting a table full of gifts. "Who organized all of this?"

Callie cocked her head. Overwhelmed, Twyla couldn't believe everyone had gone out of their way to help her make today even more special.

"Nicole does the parties." Callie's gaze softened. "It's her job as Priest's old lady."

She had much to learn about the workings of a motorcycle club. Though, it was apparent with how they were treating her that she was one of them now. Belonging gave her a sense of what it was like to have a normal family that loved and cared about every member.

None of them were related by blood, and yet, they loved each other. Whip chose her, and because he'd committed to her, the others welcomed her with open arms and treated her like a sister.

Reminded of her sister, she looked up to find Angie and Ringtail walking toward her. She touched Callie's arm and slipped away from the table, not wanting her sister to cause a scene in front of the others.

Before they reached her, an arm slipped over her shoulders and a solid body pressed against her. She smiled up at Whip, welcoming his support when dealing with her sister. True to his word, he wouldn't allow Angie to ruin her day.

"Congrats to both of you." Ringtail clasped Whip's hand and looked at Twyla. "Thanks for the invite."