Page 49 of His Loyal Rebel

Snapped out of showing Whip how happy he'd made her, she looked around, forgetting they were outside.

Whip's sister gawked at her, standing still beside Rick by the front door, holding a little girl. Warmth heated Twyla's face.

"Come here, son," said Rick.

Twyla jerked her gaze back to the boy, failing desperately to ignore Whip's sister's shock. Apparently, Whip hadn't told Tracy he was spending time with her.

Rocky ran back to his parents. She glanced up at Whip and raised her brows.

"Are we leaving or staying?" he asked.

"I was going to look for a place to live," she whispered. "Do you want to go with me?"

"Uh, Twyla...?" He looked over at the door.

She glanced to see what he was looking at and found his sister standing there without Rick or the kids.

"Why don't you go talk to her, and I'll take off. I'll be back in a couple of hours." She dropped her hands from his chest, conscious of holding on to him. "I won't be long."

"We just talked about you being with me." He frowned and ran his hand through his hair. "You'll stay here."

"That was never the plan. It's a biker clubhouse, Whip. I don't belong here." She pushed against his chest. "Go talk to your sister."

"Don't leave." His brows lowered. "We'll talk again."

She glanced at Tracy and then looked at Whip, nodding. "I'll be in the bedroom."

Leaving him outside, she walked toward the door. Tracy continued to stare at her. Twyla smiled—giving her politeness. "Hello."

"Hi," mumbled Tracy.

She walked inside, glad to be out of view of Tracy's judgment. It wasn't her fault she had to stay here. If Tracy had a problem with her, she'd need to bring up her concerns with her brother.

Halfway across the room, Angie stepped in front of her and crossed her arms. Twyla exhaled loudly, unaware until now that her sister was at the clubhouse.

"What kind of trouble are you bringing to Tarkio?" Angie grabbed Twyla's arm and pulled her to the side of the room, away from the other bikers. "You need to stop whatever you're doing."

"Me?" She jerked her arm away from her sister's hold. "Maybe it's you. You're the one living with a Tarkio member."

"You're the one who was involved with a Cusclan member." Angie glared. "Just go back to him."

"Who?"

"Big."

"No."

"God, you're selfish." Angie curled her lip. "I hardly get to spend time with Ringtail because of you. He's always out doing things with his club, and I know it has to do with you and why you're staying here."

"Why I'm...?" She rolled her eyes. "You're the one who moved in with Ringtail and lost the rental house. How is that my fault?"

"You always ruin everything."

"You don't even know what you're talking about." Twyla stepped away, planning to go sit in the bedroom, when Angie gripped the sleeve of her shirt, yanking the material off her shoulder.

She grabbed her top before it ripped and pushed Angie away with her other hand. "What is wrong with you?"

Angie rushed her, shoving her against a nearby table. "Nobody wants you."