Ava's POV
I could hear the music before Blaze parked my Mustang.
Motorcycles lined the clubhouse driveway, with more parked along the fence.
The smell of barbecue drifted through the open windows.
“Well, damn.”
Blaze glanced at me.
“What?”
“Did Dad invite the entire state?”
He chuckled.
“Looks like it.”
I glanced down at my jeans, boots, and black off-the-shoulder top.
“Think I'm underdressed?”
“Darlin', you look beautiful.”
“Good answer, Handsome.”
He leaned across the console and kissed me.
“Ready?”
“Absolutely.”
The moment I climbed out, I spotted Iron beside one of the grills.
He wore an apron that read Kiss the Cook.
“Oh, hell no.”
Blaze followed my gaze.
“Don't.”
Too late.
I pulled out my phone.
Iron noticed me.
“Little Mama!”
“Smile!”
“Don't you f*****g d
