We headed into the garage and climbed into the car, then Jaxon drove us out to the club, arriving to find the parking lot filled with more bikes than you’d see at a Harley dealership, along with a few other vehicles as well.
As soon as the kids were released from their booster seats, they made a run for the doors and were inside before we’d even hit the threshold. Jaxon jogged after them and Harmony and I followed with the desserts and wine we’d brought.
We headed into the kitchen, finding Maisie inside with her daughter, Poppy, laughing about something, but when they saw us, they rushed to help.
“I didn’t realize you were coming as well,” Poppy said, hugging me. “I’m so glad.”
I’d met the entire Portland club last Christmas when Melody and I’d come for their Christmas fundraiser. It was a blast and I planned to join them every year I could.
“Surprise,” I said with a laugh.
“Now I get it,” Maisie said, hugging me as well.
“You get what?” I asked.
“You’re here.”
“Yes. I’m here… to see Harmony.”
“No. I mean you’re here, so he’s here.”
“I’m sorry, Maisie, I’m not tracking,” I admitted.
She pulled away and smiled. “You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what?”
“Darling, Doom’s here.”
“What?” I rasped.
“What do you mean, he’s here?” Harmony demanded.
“He flew in this morning,” Maisie said.
“What?” I squeaked. “Why?”
“For you, obviously,” Maisie said.
“I need to go,” I whispered, turning to my sister. “I need to go.”
“Okay, honey. I’ll get the keys and take you home.”
I shook my head. “No, I’ll Uber. It’s okay. Just get me out of here.”
“Too late, love,” Maisie said, and I saw Doom walk in with Hatch.
God, he looked wrecked.
Good. He should.
“Hey,” he said.
“I was just leaving,” I said. “Sorry, Maisie.”
“I’ll get the keys,” Harmony repeated.
I shook my head. “You stay. I’ll grab an Uber.”
