“The pay is formy guitar playing and travel time. The keeping an eye on you part I’m doing asa favor.”
I cocked myhead. “Why did the Dogs of Fire owe my sister a favor in the first place?”
“Yourbrother-in-law rides with the Dogs in Savannah, right?”
I nodded.
“And two ofJaxon’s brothers ride with me, so that makes all three Morgan sisters family toour club. That means, you don’t have to be owed a favor to ask a favor. Youunderstand?”
I swallowed hardand nodded again. Feeling my face go flush. This man was going to be trouble ifI didn’t watch myself.
“Can you sing,Mr. Perfect Pitch?” I asked, steering the conversation back to music.
He shrugged. “Myvoice is nothing special, but I can pick out or learn any harmony you need.”
“Okay, let’s trythe chorus of ‘Cross Contamination.’”
Train began toplay, and we launched into the chorus together, our voices blending like peanutbutter and jelly. I tried to keep a poker face, but I couldn’t keep fromsmiling as we continued to the end of the song.
“Well, thatworks,” Train said.
Worksshmirks. That was fucking amazing.
This guy waseither purposefully underplaying his vocal talent or he was truly unaware ofhow good he was. Either way, I was gonna find out.
“What’s yourreal name?” I asked.
“CourtlandNash.”
“Sounds like acountry boy name. You southern?”
“Vegas is as farsouth as I’ve ever been. I was born and bred here in the Pacific Northwest.”
“Who are you,Courtland Nash? And what’s your story?”
“I told youbefore. Your sister reached out to my president—”
“Not that. Imeant what is someone with all your talent doing in a motorcycle club?”
“You make itsound like the club is somehow beneath me or something,” he said.
“No, sorry.” Igrimaced. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just that, with your level of talentI’m surprised you’re not a full-time musician. That’s all.”
“I guess at somepoint, my love of bikes began to compete with my love of music.”
“And bikes won,huh?”
“Once I startedriding with the Dogs, yeah.”
“But you stillplay, obviously,” I said, motioning to Train’s hands. “You certainly don’t seemrusty to me.”
“I play everychance I get,” Train said. “I have a home studio at my place where I write andproduce music.”
“Is that so?” Iasked.
Train nodded.
“You ever doanything I might have heard?”
