He’d been falling for her, but in that moment, he knew he was done falling, he was gone for her.
She did a little hop and held out his helmet to him. “That was kick-ass!”
Her excitement was contagious, and he smiled. “Glad you enjoyed the ride, sweetheart, but you’ll really love it when we can hit the Interstate.”
Her mouth formed a small ‘o’ and her eyes widened. “Ooh, I can’t wait to do that.”
He slung an arm around her shoulders and guided her toward the clubhouse.
She wrapped her arm around his waist. “Your clubhouse is much bigger than I expected.”
“Funny, it seems a little cramped sometimes.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw her giving him a confused look. “Why would you say that?”
He glanced down at her as they approached the front door. “Every brother has his own room… there’s a couple extra rooms for prospects, but when chapters from out of town come to party, yeah, space is tight.”
Inside the clubhouse, Turk and Yak sat at the bar, their eyes on Punc and Ava. Yak appeared to be biting back a smile, while Turk’s expression looked conflicted.
Savannah dropped her arm from around his waist and pulled against his hold. He held firm.
Turk swiveled on his bar stool to face them. “Volt shared that ‘shit changed’ last night.”
Punc gave a short nod. “Once we take care of Darren, she won’t need to dance.”
Turk swallowed a sip of beer. “Whether she needs to or not isn’t at issue. Maybe she wants to and like I said before,it’s up to her.”
Yak leaned forward. “Nobody likes being talked about like they aren’t here. Savannah, you’re killing it for the club. Do you want to keep dancing or are you quittin’ on us?”
Punc sighed. “Seriously? I thought we were—”
“We are,” Turk interrupted. “But this should be hashed out first.”
Savannah stepped out of his hold. “I don’t have any other way of paying if Frank still wants his money. And he’s already pointed my sister out to one of his drug buyers after I visited the police substation.”
Turk and Yak sat straighter at her words.
Then Turk exhaled an angry sigh. “Was your mom using drugs?”
Savannah shook her head. “No, or at least, not to my knowledge. My sister would have told me if she’d started using.”
Punc caught Turk’s gaze. “We think she got the money for her ex-husband. They were still on… decent terms, but we’re waiting to hear back from her dad to be certain.”
Turk narrowed his eyes. “Why would she do that for her ex-husband?” His eyes swung to Savannah. “Your sister’s a minor. I’d think he still owes child support.”
Savannah grimaced, and Punc quickly filled them in about the boxes in the garage.
Yak caught Savannah’s eyes. “Did you tell Frank about that merch? Maybe—”
“Not a chance he’ll touch it,” Turk muttered.
“How do you know?” Yak asked.
Turk glanced at Yak. “First, he wants his money. It’s bad for business if he lets that loan slide, even if her mom passed away. Second, he doesn’t want to move that shit.” His gaze shifted to Savannah and his eyes softened. “And my gut says those boxes are in the garage not for safekeeping but to hide them. Counterfeit products get the attention of law enforcement, and even if I don’t know your dad, my guess is that he either felt the heat or heard the cops were lookin’ into him.”
Savannah tilted a hand up to concede the point. “Can’t say that surprises me. Wouldn’t be the first time Dad did something shitty.”
Nora, Yak’s woman, wandered up to the bar. Punc hadn’t noticed her sitting on the other side of the common room. “This conversation seems tense.”
