Page 65 of His Loyal Rebel

Chapter 23

Twyla

Angie walked over to the pool table in the clubhouse. Twyla glanced at her sister and continued lining up her shot.

She missed. Straightening, she grinned at Whip and planted the cue stick on the floor between her feet.

"I told you I sucked." She eyed Whip as he leaned over and hit a ball in the corner pocket with ease.

A thrill shot through her. He had the cutest butt.

He walked over to her and kissed her. "But, when you suck, you make me happy."

She slapped his ass, laughing at his one-track mind. He chuckled, going to the other end of the pool table. Over the last several days, he'd relaxed more.

It was good for him to take some time off from watching her. Sitting outside the restaurant while she worked wasn't the easiest job. Boring, taxing, and lonely, the hours were long.

Longer for him than her. At least she stayed busy and had customers to keep her occupied.

"Are you going to continue to ignore me?" asked Angie.

She took her turn at pool. "Do whatever you're doing. Don't mind me."

"You act innocent." Angie moved closer, lowering her voice. "But, you're up to something."

She watched Whip instead of facing her sister. "Why don't you ask your boyfriend or anyone here what I'm doing? You're not going to believe me."

"You're my sister."

She looked at Angie. "I'm your sister when it's convenient for you."

"That's not true."

She swallowed the bitterness left over from a family life that was less than stellar. Even if she could tell Angie about what was happening to her, she wouldn't. It was only Whip and Tarkio Motorcycle Club's business. Angie knowing or not knowing wouldn't change what was happening and could endanger the lives of those she'd grown to care about.

She believed Whip's reason for bringing her here and changing his mind once he fell in love with her. How could she not? She could understand why.

Falling in love had caught her off-guard, too.

Besides, it was nobody's business how they felt toward one another, and she wouldn't have her sister ruining her relationship with Whip.

Whip walked in front of her. "You're up, sis."

She strolled around the table, trying to line up the best shot at putting a ball in the pocket. As she bent over and put her stick on the table, she viewed Whip talking to Angie out of her peripheral vision.

Distracted, she scratched, totally missing the ball. Stepping down the length of the table, she picked the cue ball out of the pocket and walked over to Whip.

He turned as she approached. She held out the white ball and plopped it into his hand.

Angie turned without saying a word to her and walked away. Whip frowned. His displeasure wasn't aimed at her.

"Just ignore her." She leaned against the wall. "That's what I do."

"She's nothing like you." Whip stepped closer, pinning her against the wall. "Give me a kiss."