You’d already told the guy you weren’t interested. Twice. He was still leaning on the bar, smiling like you hadn’t spoken a word.

Then Jax appeared, draping an arm around your shoulders with his usual easy charm. “There you are, darlin’. Sorry I’m late.”

Before the man could even react, Tig wedged himself in on your other side. “Late? She was waiting for me, Blondie. We’ve been together for weeks.”

Chibs strolled over, raising an eyebrow. “Weeks? Don’t talk rubbish. She’s mine. We’ve been seeing each other since the fair last summer.” Juice leaned around Tig with a sheepish grin. “Uh… I’m pretty sure I’m the boyfriend here. We had pancakes this morning.”

Opie finally stepped up, crossing his arms. “You all sound ridiculous. She’s been staying at my place for months.” Bobby walked in from the kitchen just in time to add, “Nah, she’s marrying me. We’re registered at Target.”

By now, the guy was blinking between all of them like he’d walked into a soap opera. Happy was the only one not talking — just staring at him. Then, completely deadpan, he added, “She’s my wife.”

Half-Sack popped in from the doorway, looking confused. “Wait… you’re all dating her? Did no one tell me?”

The man muttered something about “not worth it” and backed out of the bar before anyone could rope him into another storyline. The guys all exchanged smug looks — except Juice, who whispered to you, “So… pancakes again tomorrow?”