“What the fuck are you doin’ here, Jax?” he asked, giving him a brotherly greeting.
“Helping Lyric out with the event. What are you doing here?”
“Doom and Rabbit are getting auctioned off, and there was no way in hell I was gonna miss that.”
“You know each other?” I asked.
“Aidan and Carter are members of their MC in Portland. I met Alamo a couple of years ago when I was helping out on a case.” Jaxon turned and reached his hand out as Harmony walked over to us. “This is my wife, Harmony.”
“No shit?” Alamo said. “You two sisters?”
“Guilty,” I said, and stole a glance at Doom who was watching me closely with a scowl on his face. Weird.
“Melody’s the third sister,” Jaxon said, almost in warning.
“Melody Morgan?”
“Yes,” I said. “We should probably get to work.”
“Lyric Morgan?”
I lifted my head to see Quinlan Westgate walking toward me. Actually, I wasn’t sure if she was still Westgate, as I’d heard through the Savannah gossip line that she’d gotten a divorce. “Quin? Hi!”
“What the heck happened to you?”
“Drunk driver,” I said.
“Holy crap. That looks painful.”
“Yeah, it kind of is. More a pain in the butt,” I admitted. “I don’t have time for this, you know?”
She smiled gently. “I get it.”
“Did you get roped into volunteering?”
Quinlan had been part of Savannah Society for as long as I’d known her, and we’d met at a charity event almost ten years ago. She was always helping someone with something. She was one of the sweetest people I’d ever met.
“I’m here with my husband, actually.”
“Wait.” I tried to keep the disgust of my face. “Didn’t you and Michael get divorced?”
“Oh, we did. I’m remarried. To Knox.” She gave a chin lift to the group of bikers. “He’s the drop dead gorgeous blond man watching me like a hawk.”
I chuckled. “Well done.”
She grinned. “Thank you. We’re here for moral support for Doom, but seriously, if you need anything, please let me know. Jasmine’s on her way as well. She’s married to Alamo.”
I nodded. “Thank you. I’ll definitely let you know. We’ll be inside watching Melody until I can’t take it anymore.”
“You don’t live to watch your sister gyrate on stage?”
“Can’t say that I do, no.”
Quin laughed. “Hey, let’s get together for dinner sometime. Better yet, I’ll let you know when we’re doing a girls’ night.”
“That sounds fun,” I said. “Thanks.”
“I’ll text you.” She hugged me, then made her way back to her husband. Doom was still watching me, his face scowling, and I couldn’t for the life of me understand what I’d done to offend him.
