When Gemma pulled up to the Teller-Morrow garage and got out of her car she hadn't expected to see her niece in a workers outfit working on some of the cars that were inside.

This was rather baffling to her as she walked into the office and found Tig in there looking for some paperwork for a car that they were working on.

"Oh hey Gemma, do you have paperwork on the 93' we've got out there?"

"What's Clara doing out there working? Does Clay know about this?"

She asked rather huffy as she threw her purse down into the seat next to the desk and rummage through the paperwork that was on the folder in the filing cabinet behind her, no where close to where Tig was looking.

"Clay actually put her out there. He figured that if she's staying she can help bring in a little bit of cash flow."

He said with his arms crossed and peering through the open blinds of the window that lead through to the garage. He watched as Clara smiled and nodded talking to Juice before she left and handed him a wrench for the engine that they were fixing.

"Well, she always did love cars and bikes growing up, but that was to be expected when you're raised as a boy rather than a girl. At least she seems happy."

Gemma said glancing over herself to take a look. She pulled the paperwork out for the car that they needed and handed it over to Tig who took a quick look over it before folding the paper back up and putting it in his back pocket.

"Thanks Gem."

He said prior to walking out the office door.

"Hey, Tig."

He stopped with one foot out the door but leaned back inside to take a look at Gemma who stood there with her hands on her hips.

"He doesn't have her in any Club business does he?"

Tig gave her a confused look so she further explained,

"Her daddy all but patched her in when she rode with him and his boys down south. Let her -- let her go on runs, fight, do everything in the book. He treated her as one of the brothers more than his daughter... I just wanna make sure Clay doesn't make the same mistake."

Tig was shocked to hear about this information. He understood that there had never been a woman in history be patched in to the club, but to allow someone outside of the club to do everything that the club did without a patch was unheard.

He recalled the meeting this morning that they had about Opie and thought that to what she had said prior, almost sounding like Gemma herself.

Tig shook his head as he looked at Gemma and noticed that the woman's shoulders relaxed slightly almost as if she was relieved to hear that Clay wasn't involving her with business.

"No, he just warned her to stay close cause of the feds. But nothing like what you just told me."

Gemma nodded as she gave a small sigh and walked around her desk to get to work.

With this new information Tig wondered if Clay would actually end up doing the same as his brother? As he left the office Tig walked past Clara and Juice who were both still working on their car when he stopped and spotted that she was leaning deeply over the open hood of the car exposing her ass up in the air.

He found himself staring and quickly shook himself out of it before he got caught and or in trouble. But little did he know that his glance didn't go unnoticed by the ol' Scott that stood in the corner taking a smoke break and watching both Clara and Juice working together.

"Man, you sure do know your way around a car!"

Juice sounded rather excited as she was leaned into the car and tightening up the last thing that needed it. Her laugh gave a slight echo as she finished up and pulled herself from the car.

"Yeah, well, tends to happen when you're the only woman in the family full of men."

"Did your dad teach you?"

"Ah no. My dad is much more a bike man -- like my uncle. It was my papa that taught me, my dad's dad. He just loves cars."

"Guessing your grandad's not a biker then?"

"No, something much more badass."

"Oh really? What's that?"

Juice said watching her as he started to pull out a smoke and offer herself one. She shook her hand rejecting the stick but gave him a smile.

"He's a throat cancer surviver."

"Oh shit -- so is that why you don't, uh, smoke?"

Clara just chuckled why was it all smokers became uneasy by the subject of cancer? She wasn't going to preach them to stop they knew good and we'll what they were doing.

"Well, one of the reasons why. Asthma is another reason."

Juice took a long drag of his cigarette and almost choked on the smoke once she mentioned she had asthma. He looked over at her and she just smiled at him almost an amusing smile.

"Don't think I've ever a woman with that stuff. I see now why smoking isn't your thing."

"Yeah, well, we've all got our demons including myself. Tobacco just isn't one of mine."

She said as they both took a moment to laugh about it.

"Oi! Less yappin' more workin' you two!"

Came a voice from across the garage. It was Chibs who sat there smoking his own cigarette.

"Uh oh, looks like we've been spotted." Juice chuckled.

They both watched as Clara put her hands on her hips and gave Chibs a playful amile.

"Well, you're one to talk ain't ya?"

She watched as a shit eating grin came to the man's face.

"Aye, but I enjoy the view when yer' workin'."

It's was Juices turn to laugh as Chibs contained to give that grin and Clara stood there with her mouth slightly agar.