“She did?”
“Yeah.”
Her head tilted. “I feel like I’ve been out of it. Why wouldn’t Jasmine or Gabby tell me this?”
I shook my head. “I’m not sure they know since they don’t care about prospects until they earn their patches.”
Her lips twisted and she nodded. “That makes sense now that you mention it. Nobody mentions word one about prospects until they’re members.”
“Very true.”
“So there are three legacies, right now?”
We turned and walked up the flagstone path to the front porch. I let us into the house and locked the door behind us, tossing my keys in a bowl next to the door. “Four. Bobby just got his bike and started prospecting after Mother’s Day.”
She closed her eyes for a beat. “Bet that upset Aunt Jackie.”
I shook my head. “Not from what he or Volt says about it. Then again, I think Volt’s looking forward to giving his son the shit jobs prospects get.”
Her teeth grazed her upper lip. “They’re going to hold my crap against you, aren’t they?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “It could go either way. Right now, I doubt it. But I don’t care.”
Her eyes went wide. “Might mean Kill or Ry patch in before you.”
I bent and pulled off my boots, setting them beside the couch. “I don’t care if the brothers patch them in before me.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Really? Do you have a fever? You’re almost as competitive as I am.”
I shot her a half-grin. “Yes, really. An older brother has taken Kill and Ry under his wing and they’re putting their all into a bar he just opened on the Westside near I-10 and State Route 23.”
Her eyes locked with mine. “There’snothingaround there right now.”
I nodded. “That’s true… for now. Lark chose a location in a small strip mall with a corner store at Halseema. There are people who live around there, and he seems to be in tune with what they want in a neighborhood bar.”
Lark was a transfer to Jacksonville from the Memphis chapter. He had the air of a loner. None of the other brothers had that kind of demeanor, but they all accepted Lark with open arms. I figured he had a past and it wasn’t any of my business.
An impressed expression crossed her face. “Oh. Well, I hope it does well.”
I grinned and sat down on the couch. “We can go there Saturday night. They’re soft launching tonight and tomorrow. I’m sure Mickayla would love to see you.”
She smiled and settled in next to me. “What’s the name of the bar?”
I huffed out a chuckle. “On a Lark.”
She laughed. “That’s… That’s actually a kick-ass name even if it seems a little over the top.”
My brows furrowed. “You don’t like Lark much.”
She took a deep breath. “I never said that. I’ve only been around him maybe three times. He just seems different. Like he has a past.”
My brows shot up and I pulled her closer. “All the brothers do. Even you and I do — though we’re just getting started.”
From the far-away look in her eyes, I knew she was considering my words. She slid her hands up to my shoulders. “What was it like being with the Devil Lancers?”
I felt her body go stiff at the pointed look I gave her. “Not the same as Jacksonville… and not for me.”
Her eyes narrowed a touch. “That’s a bullshit answer.”
