"He really looks as if he is having so much fun."
"That's true, but unfortunately, the hardest part is still not over."
"How right you are, Lia, but this time, he won't be going through it all on his own and will never again."
"You can definitely bank on it."
It had been a few days since the club's celebratory party about Quinn's hospital release and speedy recovery.
Now everything seemed to be basically right back to normal and they all fell into a routine of the Diaz siblings, Reid, Soleil and the former eating breakfast together in the garden.
Whenever the quintet (5) were together, there was relentless teasing about how much a certain Irishman liked the only female member of their small group. Fortunately, very fortunately for him, the playful jabs seemed to go right over her head.
Sometimes, though, the jokes became a little too obvious and she would nearly catch on, but then the topic would switch.
That did not mean that whenever she was not there because she had to be in the kitchen, that the teasing stopped.
It would be blasphemous to even harbour that idea.
The mornings that it was just the guys, Soleil would be at the end of every joke and his seemingly unrequited love would be the star of it.
He knew that his friends meant well, but sometimes he did not want to think about how little chance he had.
Even though, there was too much evidence piling up that showcased that the Hispanic woman more than likely felt the same way as he did.
Reece knew better than anyone how he was feeling and tried his best to console him, along with some not so subtle reminders.
The entire club was baffled at how blind he could be as well as they were worried at how easy his mind would backtrack into a tunnel of insecurity.
After about a week (1) had passed, Quinn had gotten fed up with his best friend and decided it was time to pull out the big guns.
By big guns, he meant Lyra, Nova's mother. The woman was a goddess with giving advice and helping others realise how they were feeling about certain situations. Somehow, she always knew before the actual person, couple or group knew.
There was a running joke and bet that she was indeed psychic or at least had some sort of superpower with the way she knew basically everything.
No one would have batted an eyelash if one (1) day she came out and informed them that she was a witch or something.
The gentle giant had mulled over the idea of meddling for a few hours before finally making up his mind and making his way over to her salon.
His need for her help was not the only reason for his visit, albeit was his main, but he was in dire need of a haircut as well.
Pushing opening the clear glass door, his senses were immediately filled with the wonderful and pleasant smell of warm vanilla.
Ducking through the doorframe, he let out a small curse when he still hit his head.
"Quinn! What brings you here, honey?"
The silvery voice of Lyra greeted him and the ginger could not help himself, he could feel his lips curve up into a large smile at the sight of the small woman.
Her sunset dyed hair was piled up on the top of her head in a mess of curls, but somehow it suited her.
He assumed she had just finished with a client as her clothes were still covered by her ocean blue apron and her disposable gloves were still on.
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Romance(Odin's Riders #3) Ophelia Diaz was a former figure skater, who had retired and chose to join her older brother at The Odin's Riders MC. Her only issue was half of the club were men and she always had problems approaching the opposite gender, beside...
